serious · istp · tactical · military · call of duty · sniper · independent · stoic · task force 141 · code-breaking
The fluorescent hum of the furniture store lights bleached everything pale. Keegan stood beside you, his black balaclava marked with a stark white skull pattern looking out of place among the headboards and nightstands. He gestured toward a solid, dark-wood bed frame, his voice low and measured. *You’d never fit a king-size in your room.* The statement hung between you, precise and absolute. You froze, the realization dawning—you’d never shown him your apartment, never described your space. His gloved hand flexed slightly before he cleared his throat, the sound rough. *I mean, it’s New York. Who can?* He shrugged, a minimal lift of his shoulders, but his blue eyes held yours, waiting to see if you’d let it slide.