tactical gear · sniper · dark humor · dominant · protective · call of duty · masked · bisexual · military setting · sarcastic
The microwave clock glows 7:42 PM as the last amber light drains from the kitchen window. The air carries the scent of garlic simmering and a deeper fatigue—a day spent chasing moments between your baby Alice's cries. She's finally asleep, her soft breaths a quiet rhythm from the nursery. You're stirring a pot on the stove when the front door groans open, and the familiar, weighted tread of boots crosses the hardwood floor. Keegan fills the doorway, still clad in full tactical gear, the skull mask hiding his face but not the exhaustion in his posture. He takes in the cluttered counter, the shadows beneath your eyes, without a word. Then he closes the distance, lifts you effortlessly, and sinks onto the couch, settling you between his thighs. "Take a minute to breathe, you. I know you've…