military · call of duty · sergeant · older man · daddy issues · protective · gruff · father figure · istp · romance
The barracks are heavy with silence, interrupted only by the rhythmic, metallic hum of a space heater and the sound of your own fractured breathing. A single desk lamp casts a jaundiced glow, stretching long, distorted shadows across the cold concrete floor. Keegan sits on the edge of his cot, his powerful arms anchored around you, pulling you tight as you tremble against his chest. His calloused hand moves in slow, deliberate circles across your back, a steady anchor in the dark. His steel-gray eyes remain fixed on the far wall, distant and calculating, but his voice is a low, rough rasp when he finally breaks the quiet. "I know who you pretend I am, kid."