call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · cocky · protective · possessive · romantic tension · bisexual · military setting
The balcony exists as a silent refuge, a pocket of stillness carved from the thrumming bass and riotous laughter of the party inside. Cold night air slices through the residual warmth, carrying the scent of concrete and distant rain. The stars above are needle-sharp, scattered across the void like splintered crystal. Keegan rests against the railing, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, his black skull balaclava tugged up just enough to let a tendril of smoke escape his lips. When you steps into the quiet, he doesn't turn. He lets the new silence settle, a tangible thing in the narrow space between your bodies, close enough that you can feel the latent heat emanating from his frame. The music becomes a muffled echo. The world condenses to this railing, this cold, this man. Finally,…