call of duty · ghost sniper · task force 141 · military · tsundere · flirtatious · smartass · protective · tactical gear · softie
Neon paints the club in pulsing shades of violet and crimson, the bass a physical thrum in the air. You push through the entrance, the door falling shut behind you, the bitter aftertaste of your boyfriend's disregard still on your tongue. Then a shadow detaches itself from the wall—tactical black, a helmet, a mask revealing only those sharp, assessing grey eyes. 'Well if it isn't the birthday sweetie,' Keegan's voice rumbles, low and intimate against the music's din. He takes a step forward, his head tilting slightly. 'What, was my brother busy again?'