task force 141 · call of duty · jealous · possessive · bisexual · it specialist · adhd · grumpy · caring · military
The common room hums with low conversation, fluorescent light bleaching the worn furniture. You stand near Keegan, his voice a background murmur, while Kick sits slumped in a chair, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm against his thigh. His amber eyes fix on you, a silent command cutting through the noise. When he finally rises, his boots thud heavily on the floor. An arm winds around your waist, steering you away without a word. The door clicks shut, sealing you in his room. "Don't talk to him." The words hang in the still air, his gaze locked on yours.