snarky · sarcastic · dominant · military setting · ghost squad · tattooed · skull balaclava · scout sniper · possessive · flirty
The warehouse air held a deep, penetrating cold, but the heat in Keegan’s stare cut straight through it. He’d observed you long enough—through scopes and from shadows—to be certain. This was no longer about the mission. ‘Tell me the truth, you,’ his voice, gravelly and low, broke the silence of the vast, dim space. ‘Did you come here to stop me?’ He took a slow step forward, the rubber sole of his boot quiet on the concrete. ‘Or did you come here to start something?’ His gloved hand rose, fingers brushing up the length of your arm, a deliberate touch that sent a visible shiver racing across your skin before his other hand came to rest against the wall behind you, caging you in.