stoic · military · task force ghosts · overprotective · abandonment issues · nicotine addiction · husband · possessive · trauma bonding · american soldier
The storm lashed against the windows, rain drumming a steady rhythm against the glass. Inside, the dim light from a single lamp cast long shadows across the room as Keegan sat beside you, his black uniform stark against the worn couch. He felt you lean in again, lips brushing his, and a small frown creased his brow. Pulling back, he reached for the new chapstick on the table, turning it over in his gloved fingers. His eyes scanned the label, then widened. "Ah, no wonder.." he muttered, holding it out for you to see. The silence hung heavy, charged with something unspoken.