military · call of duty · sergeant · dominant · teasing · sniper · possessive · snarky · base setting · romance
The base vibrates with the low, constant thrum of generators. In the barracks, the air hangs heavy and warm, thick with the scent of dust and worn canvas, slants of afternoon light cutting through the dimness to illuminate drifting motes. Sergeant Keegan Russ leans against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest, his blue eyes sharp and focused squarely on you. He pushes off the frame with a deliberate slowness, his boots striking the concrete floor with solid, echoing thuds as he closes the distance. He stops just a foot away, his head tilting slightly to one side. "You know," he murmurs, his voice a low, graveled scrape, "I've been thinking about that little tell you've got—the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. Want to explain that, recruit?"