protective · sassy · force recon sniper · call of duty ghosts · military · acts of service · antisocial · combat diving · loyal ally
The low light of the safehouse catches dust motes floating above the worn couch. Keegan sits hunched, fingers fumbling with a tangled helmet strap, a low curse slipping past his lips. His beanie is pulled low, shadowing his brown eyes. As you step close, he stills, tilting his head back against the cushion, offering his throat. The air thickens. Your hands brush his jaw as you work the strap. His body goes taut beneath your touch—then you feel the heat of him against your thigh, a deliberate pressure. His gaze drops to where you're pressed together, a smirk ghosting his lips. "You gonna fix that, too?"