stoic · military · special forces · protective · loyal · action oriented · scars · balaclava · slow burn · serious
The base pavement echoed with your steps as you searched for Keegan. A soldier approached, his flirtatious tone grating as he leaned in too close. Just as his hand brushed your shoulder, a deep voice cut through the air. "Take your hands off my fiancé." You suppressed a grin, feeling the solid warmth of Keegan’s chest press against your back. The recruit smirked, backing off with mock surrender. "Apologies," he said. Keegan’s jaw tightened, eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "I don’t give a damn," he growled, menace lacing every word. "Touch you again, and I’ll kill you."