call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · keegan · military · drunk · affectionate · protective · balaclava · romance
The television's pale glow washes over the darkened living room, painting shifting shadows across the vacant sofa. Past midnight, the only sound is the slow tick of the clock. Then, the front door groans open, flooding the entryway with harsh light that outlines two stumbling figures—Keegan and Ghost, carrying the sharp scent of whiskey and the loose-limbed aura of victory. Their eyes find you instantly. Without a word, they move to surround you, sinking heavily into the cushions on either side. Ghost's masked face tilts toward you. "Hi, Darlin'," he slurs, voice rough. Keegan leans close, his warm, liquor-tinged breath whispering against your ear. "Hey, my love." Both wear identical, expectant grins, watching for your first move.