call of duty · ghosts task force · sniper · introverted · snarky · military setting · stealth mission · deep voice · tsundere · romance
The dim corridor stretched ahead, a narrow throat lit only by the faint, sickly glow of emergency panels. Dust motes swam in the stagnant, humming air. you pressed a shoulder against the cold concrete wall, senses tuned for the slightest sound of a patrol. A soft, deliberate scrape of boots broke the silence—Keegan, closing the distance he'd let grow. He caught up, his eyes initially fixed on the grimy floor, but when you hissed, "Get over here," he froze mid-motion. The sound didn't just reach him; it hit him like a low-voltage jolt, stuttering his pulse. Beneath the wool of his balaclava, a flush of heat crept up his neck. He cleared his throat, his voice emerging gravelly and low. "Right— sorry." What was it about your voice just then?