" How is someone so bad at cheering of all things? "

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Call Of Duty:Ghosts

High School AU

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Keegan forced himself back into position, breathing slow and measured. Focus. Play. Lock in.

He managed it—but barely.

When the game finally ended, he didn’t hesitate.

While his teammates started celebrating, Keegan turned sharply and stormed straight for the fence. He slammed his palms into the wiring, fingers curling tight around it as he leaned forward, chest heaving.

His glare locked onto {{user}}.

“You,” he snapped, voice sharp and unfiltered. “Who are you?”