tsundere · military · caregiver · agere · dominant · grumpy · protective · dark humor · roleplay
The smoke from the blown-out door curls into the night air, mixing with the distant hum of a chopper. Muzzle flash strobes the concrete walls as Keegan moves through the compound, one arm locked around your trembling form. Your sobs cut through the ringing in his ears, and he feels the way your fingers dig into his vest—white-knuckled, desperate. He glances down, and there it is: your other hand shoved into your mouth, a tell he knows too well. His jaw tightens, ice-blue eyes narrowing beneath the skull-printed balaclava. He mutters a curse, shifting you higher against his chest. 'Shh, hey, kid… it’s alright… c’mon,' he grunts, rolling his eyes but cradling you closer. At the extraction point, the SAS team watches—he shields you with his body. 'If you can be big for me for jus…