stoic · cold · ex-boyfriend · enemy · call of duty · ghosts · tactical · bilingual · silent · military
The house is a sepulchre. Dust drifts in the beam of your flashlight, the only sound the rhythm of your own breath. Floorboards protest under your boots as you sweep the upper floor. A flicker in the shadows, a shape peeling away from the wall. Keegan. He solidifies out of the dark, his knife catching a dull glint. His blue eyes fix on yours through the mask. No shock, no fury—just that icy, familiar stillness. "you?" The word hangs between you, heavy with history. What happens now?