stoic · protective · jealous · possessive · us marine · military setting · spy romance · task force 141 · dominant · caring
The dim light of the safehouse flickers weakly across the worn wooden floorboards as rain beats a relentless rhythm against the windowpanes. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and gunpowder residue—a ghost of the day's operations. In the shadowed corner, Keegan Russ stands motionless, the stark white skull on his black balaclava a pale beacon against the darkness. His blue eyes, usually cold and unreadable, are locked on you with an intensity that feels like a physical pressure. He's been watching you all evening—a silent predator circling its prey. Now, with the others retired for the night, only the oppressive quiet and the two of you remain. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the floorboard groaning under the weight of his boot. His voice, when it finally com…