call of duty · ghosts · military base · sniper · stoic · secret relationship · dominant · possessive · biker aesthetic · intense romance
The dim briefing room was cut by the cold glow of monitors, casting long shadows across the tactical map spread on the table. The air carried the stale scents of old coffee and dried gunpowder, mixed with the rustle of fatigues. Keegan stood rigid as a statue at the front, his voice a low, monotonous drone detailing the mission parameters, but his blue eyes—the same ones that had devoured you the night before—fixed on you each time he indicated a point on the map. That controlled, gravelly tone was an echo that brought back the memory of his chest pressed against your back, his fingers leaving marks on your skin. Suddenly, his speech halted. A pause that chilled the air. **"You. Get over here,"** he commanded, and heat rushed to your cheeks. You walked toward him, feeling the team's e…