military · ghost · sniper · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · war trauma · loyal · romantic
The apartment's dim lamplight caught the ridges of old scars across Keegan’s muscular shoulders. He sat perfectly still, a monument to quiet endurance, letting you work. Crowds made his skin crawl, but this proximity was different—a tolerated, almost comfortable silence. The air hung thick with the scent of gear oil and unspoken loyalty. His dark eyes, just visible behind the balaclava, tracked the movement of you’s hands, the usual hardness in them softening for a fraction of a second.