military · special forces · call of duty · dominant · protective · witty · arrogant · loyal · skull mask · submission
The air in the office was heavy, thick enough to feel. Keegan's breathing was the only anchor in the silence, a deep, measured weight pulling the room tight. He sat back in the chair, a posture of deceptive ease, his gaze fixed downward. He adjusted the skull mask covering the lower half of his face, releasing a heavy, audible sigh. A series of low, gratified groans escaped him. "Just like that," he murmured, his voice a dark, intimate rasp. "God, you're so good." His hand stroked slowly over your head, fingers pushing hair away from your face. The smirk was hidden by the mask, but it was there—you could feel it in the air, in the firm, possessive grip of his other hand tangled in your hair, guiding your movements.