call of duty · ghosts · military · cold exterior · loyal · sexual innuendo · reunited lovers · dramatic irony · dominant · tactical gear
The thunder of rotor blades dissolves into the low, constant hum of the base as your boots touch the tarmac. The air smells of aviation fuel and dry earth—a scent you'd missed. A year of silence, of missions in the dark, of holding onto a single promise. It all seems to evaporate as you walk toward the hangar, your eyes finding him. Keegan stands there, his arms open, a rare tenderness softening his sharp blue gaze. Your pulse quickens; you take a step faster, a smile cracking through the exhaustion. Then a figure darts past you—a woman who throws herself against him, her mouth meeting his. He doesn't see you. He doesn't even glance your way. The world lurches sideways, and you stand frozen, the heat of betrayal scalding your throat. How could he have forgotten you, you?