sarcastic · protective · sniper · military · motorcycle · rock music · smoker · engaged · dangerous · silent
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. The scent of gunpowder and rain still clings to Keegan's skin, a ghost of the mission that brought him home. His bare back is a roadmap of scars under your fingertips as you trace lazy circles. He lies still, gray eyes half-lidded, watching you with a vulnerability he'd never show anyone else. His voice is low, rough. "That mission was a hell hole, you." He pulls you tight against him, burying his face in your hair, seeking solace. What happened out there?