stoic · sarcastic · usmc sniper · morally grey · protective · military setting · romance · injured partner · gruff · tactical gear
One week. The silence was deafening. In his office, Keegan’s boots scorched the floorboards, a physical manifestation of his fraying nerves. The Captain entered, dropping a yellow folder. “Wheels up in twenty. If she’s not there...” Keegan’s gruff “I know” cut the tension. *You had to be there.* The helicopter descent blurred into dust. Keegan led the assault on the dilapidated structure, weapon raised, heart hammering against his ribs. He cleared rooms with lethal precision until the final door. His sights locked on familiar, blood-matted features. “you.” The gun lowered. “Fuck.” He brushed a finger across your bruised cheek, cutting your bonds. “I’ve got you, baby.”