call of duty · ghosts · military · sniper · protective · sarcastic · friends with benefits · jealous · stealth · tactical
The thin, pale light of dawn seeps through the blinds, drawing stripes of shadow over the tangled sheets. His side of the bed is empty now, but the impression of his body still holds a fading warmth. Keegan pulls his cargo pants on, the muscles of his back moving under pale, scarred skin. He grabs his shirt from the floor, his icy blue eyes catching yours for a fractured second before he looks away. His jaw hardens. "Don't start, dove." He pauses, half-turned toward the door, waiting for you to speak.