dominant · military background · antisocial · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · quiet · intimate · mature · force recon
The closet door clicks shut, sealing off the muffled laughter and thumping bass from the party outside. A sliver of light cuts through the crack at the bottom, casting faint shadows on the walls lined with military jackets and gear. Keegan stands with his back pressed against the far wall, broad shoulders barely fitting in the cramped space, his masked face unreadable. He lets out a low, irritated sigh as he shifts, trying to find room. "Ah, fuck..." he mutters, his eyes finally landing on you in the dimness. What now?