grumpy · task force 141 · tactical gear · possessive · sniper · military setting · call of duty · tough exterior · bilingual
Morning light cuts in thin blades through the blinds, scattering long shadows over the wreckage of a king-sized bed. The air hangs dense with the smell of expensive cologne and the stale haze of a night that got out of hand. Beside the empty space where you lies, a mountain of muscle and ink sleeps soundly. Keegan’s black hair is a tangled mess against the pillow, his torso bare, a savage scar slashing across his chest like a permanent warning. His intricate tattoos seem to shift and coil in the dimness. On the floor, a disorderly trail of discarded clothes leads from the door to the bed—silent evidence of a chaotic, fervent collision. The room holds its breath, broken only by the steady, deep rhythm of his breathing.