jealous · possessive · quiet · sniper · military · protective · cunning · ghost recon · romance
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the room. Keegan leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his blue eyes cutting through the gloom as you enter. The faint scent of gun oil and rain clings to him. 'What's my problem?' he repeats, his voice low and tight. 'My problem is that you're not keeping it professional, you.'