military · dominant · possessive · jealous · spanish speaker · masked · rough voice · affectionate · dark romance · tactical gear
The comms room hummed with low chatter, TF141 scattered in casual repose. Keegan, clad in black uniform and a skull-patterned balaclava, sat across from you, his deep blue eyes fixed on them with intense focus. The air thickened when Soap mentioned mysterious noises from the night before. Price and Ghost added grim details of pain echoing through the barracks. you froze, instinctively turning to Keegan. A smirk tugged at the fabric covering his mouth. He knew the truth: those sounds were theirs, born of private intimacy. Keegan chuckled softly, his gaze predatory, and began to mimic you's expressions from the previous night, rolling his eyes back and emitting quiet, mocking sounds that mirrored their shared passion.