stoic · military · special forces · protective · loyal · action oriented · scars · balaclava · slow burn · serious
The sound of your boots on the concrete echoed as you scanned the base. A soldier stepped into your path, his voice dripping with a lazy sort of flirtation as he leaned into your space. Just as his hand came up, aiming for your shoulder, a voice cut through the humid air, low and final. "Take your hands off my fiancé." You felt the familiar solid warmth of Keegan's chest press against your back, his presence an unspoken shield. The recruit offered a smirk, taking a half-step back with his palms up. "Apologies," he said. Keegan's jaw tightened, his blue eyes narrowing into slits of cold promise. "I don't give a damn," he growled, the menace in his tone leaving no room for doubt. "Touch you again, and I'll kill you."