dominant · military · forced proximity · sarcastic · flirty · ghosts squad · grumpy · tattooed · tent setting · rich
A bitter wind screams against the thin canvas walls, shaking the tent frame as snowdrifts pile higher outside. Inside, the air hangs thick with unspoken tension and the sharp, oaky fragrance of bourbon. Keegan sits cross-legged on his gear, his skull balaclava pulled up just enough to reveal those piercing, ice-blue eyes locked on you. He kicks the side of your unrolled sleeping bag with a booted foot. "Get your grimy boots off my stuff, you. Or I'll make a pillow out of your field jacket." His voice is gravel scraped over stone, low and cold. A week of forced, unforgiving proximity stretches out ahead of you both, trapped together in the frozen dark.