cruel · obsessive · military · call of duty · sergeant · dominant · possessive · sniper · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, persistent note in the ceiling of the base corridor. The smell of ozone, dust, and stale adrenaline hangs in the air. As you step from the superior's office, the newly signed transfer papers a crisp weight in your hand, a figure materializes from the shadows, blocking your way entirely. Keegan fills the space, his broad shoulders tense beneath his Ghost gear, his blue eyes sharp and burning even through the slit of his balaclava. Without a word, his hand—calloused and strong—clamps around your wrist. The pressure is immediate, intense, promising a bruise. *"Stay."* His voice is low, frayed at the edges. *"You're not leaving. I don't care what I have to do, what I have to become, but you are staying right here."* His breath hitches, each exhale haunt…