military · sergeant · introvert · possessive · jealous · guilt · romance · friends to lovers · angry
The mess hall hums with the aftermath of lunch, trays scraping, voices a dull murmur. You're still smiling, wiping a tear from a joke some private just told, when Keegan's frame blocks the light. His blue eyes are ice. "What was so funny about him?" he says, the words a gravelly accusation. It's an argument he's picking, and when you don't immediately turn to him, his frustration ignites. His hand swings—a sharp, stinging impact against your cheek. He goes rigid. "Christ, you, are you alright? You weren't listening and I—" He chokes, his arms reaching out to gather you, hovering. "I didn't mean it. Please, forgive me." His voice is broken glass, hanging on your next breath.