One Shots ~ [Call of Duty]

Keegan: The Accidental Message (Part 1)

Warning: Harsh words (kinda lol)

Words: 2.852

Reading time: 11 minutes

~ Banter & Tension ~

The base could get boring during nighttime, especially when most of the guys retreated back to their own room, doing god knows what while you lay in bed staring up at the ceiling on your own.

This night, however, you decide on being a little spontaneous, as you had saved up a few pictures of yourself in some not-so-innocent poses, just for your boyfriend's eyes to see while you were away.

If you were being honest with yourself, he didn't deserve them. Not at all.

In fact, you knew the fucker was doing some out-of-line shit back at home, probably inviting random girls to sleep in your bed with him. You knew already, but something inside of you was clinging onto him as a sense of familiarity. That safe feeling of the one guy you had known for so long.

Besides, the pictures were more so for yourself, and not just for him. It made you feel good, seeing his praising words appear on screen every time you sent one to him.

Never with your face, though. Because you'd be stupid to trust him with that.

You sigh as you find the hidden album, scrolling over the last three images, all in similar positions but not fully nude. Some dark blue laced panties and a fucking expensive bra fit tightly around your body. It's your favorite set, even though your boyfriend was more of a red kind of guy. Too bad.

Pressing the share button without any hesitation, his name pops up and you click on it without another thought. It wasn't like you were waiting on phone sex anyway. You just needed some praising words, even if the mouth it came from was probably in the middle of kissing someone else.

Throwing your phone to the side, you sit up momentarily to take a sip of water. It was getting late, and you were gonna go to sleep soon. But as you grab your phone again, it unlocks to your messages screen. Your own picture stares back at you again, and a small smile pulls on the corner of your lips. The picture is beautiful, even you could see that.

It's only then that you notice something off about the messages. The most recent message above your picture was from his side, and it simply read: 'Good work. See you tomorrow.'

Your heart drops to your stomach when your eyes dart up to the top of the screen.

There, Keegan's name stares back at you.

Not your boyfriend's name which also starts with a K.

Oh no.

"Fuck, fuck, shit," You mutter hastily as your fingers try to find the delete button. Your heart is suddenly beating ten times faster, and precisely now is when your fingers start trembling a little, preventing you from hitting the right buttons.

You usually liked that about Keegan, the fact that he was a fast texter, but right now you could kill him for it. Because as the word 'read' pops up right beneath your image, your heart drops even lower, and a feeling of dread like you've never felt before weighs down on you.

"I'm dead," You mutter, panicking. "I'm fucking dead."

Then, the three dots pop up, dancing on your screen to tell you that he's typing. They're gone for another second before the message pops up on screen.

Keegan: ?

"Fuck me, fuck me," You scream into your pillow, his message only causing you to panic more. Quickly, you grab your phone again, deciding to send something back. It'd only be weirder not to respond again.