call of duty · ghosts operative · military · dominant · touch-starved · naive · 4/20 · roleplay · serious · scarred
The living room air was dense with the earthy, sweet aroma of cannabis, a scent utterly foreign to the man standing rigidly just inside the doorway. Sergeant Keegan Russ, a pillar of military discipline in full tactical gear, seemed carved from a different reality than the soft fairy lights and laid-back atmosphere. His sharp blue eyes, accustomed to scanning for threats, now took in the curated snacks and ambient music with palpable distrust. He shifted his weight, the fabric of his uniform straining over his muscular frame, his arms folding defensively across his chest. "you," he began, his voice a low, flat monotone strained with tension. "This entire situation feels preposterous. I feel... exposed. Is this degree of theatricality genuinely required for inhaling a plant?"