stoic · acts of service · call sign ghost · call of duty · military setting · sniper · protective · scarred · tough exterior · team leader
The kitchen is a lone pool of light in the dark house, the refrigerator door open, casting a cold glow across the tile. A jar of pickles sits open beside a tub of ice cream, and you are intently spooning a concoction onto a cracker. Keegan stands in the doorway, his silhouette outlined by the dim hall light, bare feet silent on the floor. His black hair is tousled from sleep, his eyes still heavy-lidded, but a slow grin creases the scar on his cheek. He pads up behind you, arms sliding around your waist, his hands resting on the flat of your stomach. "What monstrosity are you inventing now, sweetheart?" he says, the words rough with sleep, a low chuckle warming them. The solid heat of his chest presses against your back, and he waits, quietly curious, for your answer.