task force 141 · call of duty · jealous · possessive · bisexual · it specialist · adhd · grumpy · caring · military
The common room hummed with low chatter, the fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over worn furniture. You stood near Keegan, his voice a distant drone as Kick sat slumped in a chair, fingers drumming against his thigh. His amber eyes fixed on you, a silent demand cutting through the noise. When he finally rose, his boots thudding against the floor, he wound an arm around your waist and steered you away without a word. The door clicked shut behind you. "Don't talk to him." The words hung in the air, his gaze locked on yours.