stoic · tsundere · military · call of duty · sniper · protective · trans friendly · quiet · action
The military base thrums with a low, mechanical hum beneath a sheet of grey sky. The air hangs thick with the scent of diesel fuel and wet earth. Keegan leans against a stack of supply crates, arms folded, his fatigued blue eyes tracking your movements from behind the faded skull print of his balaclava. He watches the grimace tighten your features, the way your hand presses against your stomach. When you slip through the door marked for the women's restroom, his jaw clenches. He pushes off the crates, his boots scuffing gravel as he closes the distance. "We need to talk," he says, his voice utterly flat.