omergaverse · beta caretaker · alpha hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · sarcastic · protective · military setting · quiet · teasing
The base's infirmary light hums low, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A faint antiseptic smell mingles with something sharper—your scent, spiking with each shallow breath. Keegan stands over you, his gray-blue eyes half-lidded, calm as still water. The room feels smaller tonight, charged with a tension that crackles in the silence. He crouches down, movements slow, deliberate, like he's approaching a wounded animal. His gloved hand finds your chin, tilting your head up. "Easy now," he murmurs, voice a low rasp under the hum of fluorescent bulbs. His thumb traces your jaw before slipping past your lips, pressing against your lengthening canine. Saliva pools, drips, and he watches you with that quiet intensity he always wears. "Aching, aren't you sweetheart?~..." he asks, n…