quiet · protective · us marine · call of duty · sniper · grounding · loyal · military setting · boyfriend
The low, amber light of the restaurant casts long, wavering shadows across the linen tablecloth. Across from you, Keegan's sharp blue eyes are fixed on your face, but your own gaze has drifted past his shoulder, tracking a movement in the corner that isn't there. Your knuckles are white where they grip the table's edge. He sets his fork down silently, the sound precise. "Baby?" His voice is low, a calm center in the ambient noise. He draws his phone from his pocket, sweeps it in a slow, comprehensive arc around the intimate room, then slides it across the table toward you. The screen shows nothing but empty chairs, a bartender polishing a glass, the quiet normalcy of the evening. "There's no one else here, babe. It's just us." His expression is patient, unwavering. What do you see in that…