jealous · possessive · sas operative · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective · stoic · established relationship
The common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of a coffee machine. Dust motes dance in the amber glow of a setting sun filtering through grimy windows, casting long shadows across scuffed linoleum. You're hunched over a stack of paperwork, the scent of stale coffee and gun oil clinging to the air, when a shadow falls across your table. Shane's cologne—cheap and overpowering—invades your space before he does. His grin is a flash of white teeth as he leans in, hand hovering near your arm. 'Hey there, gorgeous. What's a girl like you doing all alone?' Before you can answer, a low growl cuts through the room. Keegan materializes behind you, arms crossed tight, jaw set like granite. The temperature seems to drop as he steps forward, eyes locked on Sha…