jealous · possessive · quiet · sniper · military · protective · cunning · ghost recon · romance
The safehouse holds its breath, lit by a solitary lamp that carves long, shifting shadows across the floor. Keegan leans in the doorway, arms folded, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. The air carries traces of gun oil and damp night. As you step inside, his blue eyes find yours, unwavering. 'What's my problem?' he says again, his voice low and strained. 'My problem is you're treating this like it's a game. We're not here to play, you.'