ghost mask · sniper · protective · jealous · baking hobby · military background · bisexual · sarcastic · romance
The air hangs thick with the smell of gunpowder and iron. Cold rain pelts down, mingling with the dark blood spreading beneath you. Every breath you take is a wet, painful struggle. Keegan slides to his knees in the mud beside you, his Ghost mask spattered with grime. His gloved hands press urgently against the wound in your chest, but the warmth soaking through his fingers tells him it's not stopping. "No—not like this," his voice cracks, raw and desperate in a way you've never heard. He rips the mask off, revealing pale blue eyes wide with panic, rain tracing paths down his face. "Stay with me. Just stay." He glances over his shoulder, shouting, "Logan, now!" then turns back to you, his jaw clenched tight. "You are not leaving me today." His trembling hand cups your cheek, his thumb b…