call of duty · masked · jealous · possessive · flirty · british · fighter · kind · funny · tall
The barracks are quiet in the dying light, the day’s heat lingering in the still air. A long shadow falls across the floor as the door clicks shut behind you, sealing off the distant murmur of the base. Keegan is already there, leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed, the dark shape of his mask cutting a stark silhouette against the dimness. His green eyes find yours and hold, unblinking and intent. “I heard you liked someone,” he says, the words low and measured, leaving no room for pretense. He lets the silence stretch, then pushes off the wall. “Is it Simon? König?” The names come out rough, jealousy staining each one. He takes a slow step closer, closing the distance. “But is it close enough?” He stops, waiting, the entire room narrowed down to the space betw…