call of duty · ghosts · soldier · stoic · sniper · unrequited love · battlefield setting · tactical gear · loyal · last confession
Smoke hangs thick in the air, bitter with the scent of blood and spent cordite. A dull amber light seeps through the haze, catching on scattered shell casings and broken concrete. Keegan is slumped against a collapsed wall, his tactical vest dark and sodden with crimson from a savage wound tearing across his abdomen. Each breath is a shallow, rattling struggle. He lifts his head, blue eyes finding you through the gloom. A faint, pained smile touches his lips. His grip on your hand is weak but insistent, trembling with urgency. "you... last chance. Will you be mine?"