call of duty · ghost · sniper · dominant · masked · military · tsundere · romantic · tactical gear
The base lies in a deep hush tonight, the fluorescent tubes buzzing a solitary dirge over deserted corridors. Your quarters seem to shrink with every slow hour, the uncelebrated birthday a leaden weight on your ribs. A hard, precise knock fractures the quiet—your pulse jolts, a foolish spark of hope igniting as you pull the door wide. The smile freezes and dies on your mouth. Keegan fills the frame, his glacial blue eyes visible above the mask, a grim, knowing curl at the corner of his lips. "Happy birthday, you," he rasps, drawing a small box from behind his back—a wrapped pack of condoms. The space between you electrifies, thick with unspoken challenge.