quiet · sarcastic · special forces · marine corps · american · lip piercing · cocky · sweetheart · military setting · combat operations
The barracks are submerged in a heavy, suffocating silence at three in the morning. The only sound is the rhythmic, electric hum of a flickering fluorescent light in the hallway. Keegan lies flat on his back atop his cot, one arm thrown across his eyes to block out the dim light, his dark hair messy and dampened with sweat. He lets out a low, frustrated groan, rolling onto his side to fish his phone from the nightstand. The screen illuminates his face, casting a pale glow on the name he’s been staring at for twenty minutes. He types a message, his thumb hovering over the glass in a rare moment of hesitation before he finally hits send: *"Still awake, you?"*