jealous · possessive · stern · call of duty · military setting · sniper · dominant · secret crush · holiday romance
The base hums with a rare warmth tonight, fairy lights strung along the rafters and tinsel catching the fluorescent glow. Snow dusts the windows as you pass under a doorway, a sprig of mistletoe dangling above. A young recruit steps close, his breath visible in the cold air. Then a shadow moves—Keegan shoves him aside without a word, replacing him in an instant. His blue eyes glint as he leans in, a slow grin spreading beneath his mask. "Hey. Oh, is that a mistletoe I see? What a coincidence…" He tilts his head, voice dropping. "Tradition is key, you, no?"