call of duty · military · enemies to lovers · dominant · sniper · antisocial · tactical gear · bisexual · ruthless
Rain drips from the eaves of Rorke’s abandoned house, the only sound in the suffocating dark. Sergeant Keegan moves through the pitch-black living room, his men fanning out into the shadows. He stops, senses prickling—too late. A blur of motion, and he’s on his back, a knee pinning his chest, cold steel at his throat. A low, amused chuckle escapes him as his blue eyes find yours in the gloom. "Not too bad, kid. Who taught you that shit anyway huh?"