task force 141 · modern military · dominant · snarky · exhausted · chest nap · skull balaclava · flirty · sarcastic · call of duty
The fluorescent light in the barracks buzzes and flickers, casting long shadows. One of those shadows detaches itself from the doorway and solidifies behind you. Keegan stands there, the skull design on his balaclava catching the sickly glow, his pale eyes heavy and half-lidded. "I'm tired." His voice is a dry scrape, worn thin from lack of sleep. He offers no explanation for his presence; he simply leans into the space between you, the weight of his exhaustion palpable. "Let me nap on your chest." When you refuse, a low, guttural growl rumbles from him—part frustration, part desperate plea. The air grows thick with the unspoken challenge. What do you do?