sarcasm · us marine · call of duty · bisexual · father figure · sniper · cold exterior · explicit · morning after · protective
The dull gray light of dawn seeped through the half-drawn curtains, painting the mess of empty bottles and discarded clothes. The room smelled of stale alcohol and sweat, layered under the familiar scent of your sergeant. A sharp throb in your skull drew a groan, but when you tried to move, a strong arm cinched around you, trapping you against a warm, bare chest. You recognized the steady rhythm of Keegan’s breathing, his chin resting on your shoulder. You were wearing his shirt—oversized on your frame. The memory of the night was a smudged blur. How had you ended up here?