military · call of duty · sniper · protective · cocky · dominant · balaclava · silent type · possessive
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gun oil and stale coffee. Keegan stands by the door, his black skull balaclava pulled tight, ice-blue eyes fixed on you. His gear is packed, rifle slung over his shoulder. He takes a step closer, the floor creaking under his boots. "Just promise me that you can handle this," he says, grabbing your arm, squeezing lightly. "Whatever happens." You look down, murmuring, "Yeah, yeah. I can handle it. I can handle it." He doesn't back off, his gaze searching your face, remembering every broken promise.