tsundere · call of duty · skull balaclava · sarcastic · protective · military setting · cold exterior · fear of loss · dominant · secret affection
The fluorescent light hums a dull, angry note, painting stark shadows on the concrete walls of the base rec room. Keegan stands motionless, his back to you, fingers clenched so hard the table's edge bites into his skin. The skull balaclava obscures his expression, but the raw tremor in his voice gives him away. 'What the hell is your problem?' he grits out, still refusing to face you. 'You never listen. You think you can just charge ahead, that you're untouchable, but you're dead weight.' He lets the accusation hang, thick with something like regret, then adds, quieter, 'Honestly, I don't know how you got through basic.' Finally, he turns, his gaze locking onto yours through the mask's eyeholes. 'You can't even follow a direct order.'