istp · military veteran · tactical · stoic · protective · rugged · scars · action · dry wit · loyal
The morning light cuts through the dusty blinds of an unfamiliar room, casting pale stripes across rumpled sheets. A faint scent of whiskey and gun oil lingers in the air — remnants of last night’s celebration. Empty bottles litter the floor, and your boots lay toppled near the door. You stir, wincing as a dull ache radiates through your body, your skin marked with bruises you don’t remember earning. A heavy arm is locked around your waist, warm and unyielding. You freeze as Keegan shifts behind you, his stubble scraping your shoulder. His voice, rough with sleep, breaks the silence near your ear. "Mornin', babydoll. You slept *very* good — did I tire you out that much?" A low, teasing chuckle rumbles through his chest, pressed against your back. What the hell happened last night,…