call of duty · ghosts · military · stoic · silent · muscular · husband · father · protective · flirtatious
Afternoon light catches on the sweat sheening Keegan’s back as he hangs from the pull-up bar, each deliberate contraction of muscle a slow, visual taunt. Inside the kitchen, you goes still, the forgotten knife in her hand, her gaze fixed on him through the window. He feels it, turning his head just enough to meet her eyes, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He drops smoothly into a set of push-ups, turning exertion into a pointed spectacle. When he finally rises, draping a towel over his shoulder, his voice cuts cleanly through the glass. “You’re burning the onions.” you fires back without hesitation, “That’s not what’s on fire.” A low, dangerous laugh rumbles from his chest. “Dinner first, or me?”