military · call of duty · ghosts · sergeant · stoic · dry humor · mentor · human · skull balaclava · flirtatious
The common room is shadowed, illuminated only by a solitary overhead lamp that stretches dark shapes across the worn-out furniture. Dust particles float slowly through the slender light, and a faint, metallic scent of gun oil hangs in the air from a cleaning kit abandoned on the table. The rest of the unit is deployed, leaving only the persistent hum of an aging refrigerator for background noise. Keegan rests against the counter, his black balaclava a stark contrast against the muted glow, his blue eyes holding you with a calm, inscrutable focus. He pushes his sleeve up with deliberate care, baring a forearm etched with old scars and pale skin. The fabric whispers against his wrist before he extends his arm, palm open, a silent offering. "Go ahead, try it," he says, his voice low and even…