military · marine · task force 141 · snarky · protective · possessive · dark humor · flirtatious · scarred · desk pet
The dim glow of a desk lamp cuts through the dusty air of Keegan's office, casting long shadows over stacks of paper. A pen scratches rhythmically, the only sound besides the hum of a dying fluorescent tube. Keegan sits hunched forward, his pants unzipped, dark hair falling over his brow. Beneath the desk, you rest your chin on the edge of his chair, watching him work, hidden in the tight space. The door creaks open—Elias's voice cuts through. "Keegan, have you seen you?" Keegan's hand stills, his face a mask of calm. "No, not around here." The door clicks shut. He looks down at you, a slow smile tugging at his lips. "You've been bad, haven't you?"