stoic · sarcastic · military · call of duty · ghosts · cunning · dark humor · hoarse voice · loyal · rugged
The motel room is a pocket of shadow and muted light. A single bulb flickers behind a frayed lampshade, casting an amber wash over worn furniture, while a blade of moonlight cuts a pale line through the slats of the blinds. The air is dense—a layered mix of bergamot aftershave, old cigarette smoke, and the sharp, clean scent of sweat and gun oil that is uniquely his. Keegan rests against the headboard, his uniform shirt undone, the fabric rumpled. Muscles corded along his arms relax into a deceptive stillness. His steel-gray eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, holding that quiet, predatory focus that misses nothing. He watches the rise and fall of your chest as you catch your breath, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He reaches out, his hand crossing the space bet…