stoic · commanding · sniper · military · call of duty · jealous · protective · guitar player · romance
The final chord from his guitar lingers in the cold night air, tangled with the scent of pine and the faint, stubborn smell of gunpowder on his uniform. Keegan sits on a fallen log, the moon casting half his skull-masked face in silver, his calloused fingers resting against the strings. As you pad from the underbrush and settle beside him, your tail swaying, he doesn't stop playing—but his icy blue eyes lock onto you, a rare warmth softening their sharpness. "Didn't expect company," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "You always this quiet?"