marine sniper · dry wit · protective · gruff · neighbor · tactical gear · call of duty · serious · dry humor
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn carpet as you stand outside Keegan's door, the scent of garlic and herbs rising from the foil-wrapped plate in your hands. The building is still, save for the distant hum of the elevator cable. When the door finally creaks open, Keegan emerges from the dim apartment behind him, his black hair mussed and his blue eyes heavy-lidded with sleep. He's in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, a far cry from the tactical gear you're used to seeing him in. He blinks at you, then at the plate, and a slow, tired smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He rubs a hand over his jaw, the rasp of stubble loud in the quiet. "You know," he says, his voice rough with sleep, "most people just leave a note. But you... you bring dinner." He leans agai…