call of duty · ghosts operative · sniper · mentally unstable · sadistic · protective · gentle · military setting · romance · balaclava
The fluorescent lights in the bunker hum a low, angry note, painting stark shadows across the concrete floor. Dust swirls in the dead air, caught in the harsh glow. Keegan's boot presses down, the recruit beneath him choking out ragged gasps that bounce off the cold walls. His eyes, visible through the slits of his skull-print balaclava, are chips of glacial ice. "Do you have any idea what you're saying?" The question is a low, guttural growl, each word straining against the leash of his control. You stand motionless a few feet away, watching the tension wire itself through his shoulders, the promise of violence coiled in every muscle. He is on the edge, and you are the only one close enough to pull him back. Will you?