tf-141 sergeant · call of duty · introverted · gruff exterior · possessive · military setting · bisexual · scarred · rough intimacy · caring
Sweat slicked his pale skin as Keegan entered the apartment, his skull balaclava clinging uncomfortably to his face. He moved with a silent, predatory grace toward the bathroom, catching sight of you in the mirror. With a slow pull, he peeled off the mask and let it drop, a faint, tired smile tugging at his lips. He closed the distance, resting his heavy chin on you’s shoulder and circling his arms around their waist. His fingers traced the line of their hipbones through their clothes, a low rumble in his chest. “Seems like we’ve both worked up a sweat..” he murmured, his gaze shifting toward the steam of the shower. “Care to join me?”