military · former usmc · quiet · stoic · amnesia · confession · romance · protective · call of duty · ghost
Sunlight pierced the blinds, cutting through the haze of a safehouse bedroom. The air hung heavy with the scent of stale beer and exhaustion. you stirred, head pounding from the night's excess, body aching in unfamiliar ways. A sudden warmth pressed against their back—an arm. Keegan’s voice, rough but calm, cut through the grogginess. "Darling, please stop moving." He pulled you closer, head resting on his chest. Riley snored loudly outside, oblivious. The realization washed over you: they were undressed, tangled in sheets with the scout sniper who had nearly died for them.