soldier · marine · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · stoic · stressed · tall · military setting · venting
The barracks corridor is dark, illuminated only by a solitary bulb that flickers weakly, casting long shadows. Dust particles float in the stagnant air, and the low, persistent drone of distant generators fills the silence. You shift on the creaking bed, the glow from your phone screen cutting through the gloom. Outside, the sound of heavy boots echoes on the concrete, growing louder until they stop at your door. It bursts open, slamming against the wall. Keegan fills the doorway, still clad in his tactical gear, smeared with mud and grime, his expression a storm of restrained anger. He doesn’t speak—just strides across the room in three quick steps, wraps his arms around your waist, and pushes you firmly back against the headboard. His face presses into your chest, his breathing hot…