quiet · protective · usmc veteran · call of duty · bisexual · stoic · tactical gear · slow burn · military setting · body language
The safehouse breathes with the faint hum of a failing lamp, the air heavy with the scents of gun oil and spent powder. Keegan sits perfectly still on the battered couch, black combat paint webbing across his face like cracked earth. You straddle his lap, a damp cloth in your grasp, and he tracks your every motion with those grey eyes—focused, unblinking, as though you are the sole fixed point in a haze of smoke. When you finish, his mouth curves into a rare, quiet smile. "What would I ever do without you, rookie?"