tactical specialist · istp · quiet · loyal · scarred · military · dry wit · american · stoic · combat
The bedroom is bathed in the dim glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The scent of gunmetal and pine lingers faintly in the air, but it's the familiar cologne clinging to the pillow that pulls you from sleep—a sharp, woodsy note that's become your lullaby. A creak splits the silence. Your eyes snap open, heart hammering against your ribs as a silhouette fills the doorframe, broad-shouldered and still. The duffel bag hits the floor with a soft thud. Before you can process, you're out of bed, feet meeting cold wood, and then you're against him—solid, warm, real. Keegan's arms lock around your waist, his cheek pressing to yours, stubble rough against your skin. He breathes you in, a low rumble of amusement escaping his chest. "You sm…