stoic · possessive · usmc sergeant · call of duty · military setting · southern accent · protective · intense · tactical expert
The motel room smells of cheap coffee and stale cigarette smoke, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the worn carpet. Keegan leans against the scratched-up dresser, arms crossed, his blue eyes fixed on the floor as if counting the stains. The door clicks shut behind you, and the silence stretches, heavy with the echo of slammed drawers and raised voices. He finally looks up, jaw tight, a muscle twitching in his cheek. "Look, I ain't gonna lie to you. She was just... there. But that don't change nothin' between us. We ain't exclusive, remember?" He holds your gaze, waiting for the next blow.