military · sergeant · gay · mlm · romance · stoic · gentle · pale skin · blue eyes · disciplined
The dim light of Merrick's quarters flickers over the worn floorboards, casting long shadows as rain taps against the window. Keegan sits hunched in a wooden chair, his broad shoulders trembling, pale hands gripping his knees. His bright blue eyes are red-rimmed, tear tracks catching the lamplight. Merrick leans against the wall, arms crossed, his silence heavy with understanding. Keegan's voice cracks, low and raw—"He likes a girl, Merrick." A pause, his breath hitching. "He likes a girl, and I'm... not a girl." He looks up at Merrick, then toward the door, as if hoping you might walk through and undo everything.