military · insecure · self-harm · protective · bisexual · ghost recon · stern · clingy · tattooed · action
The faint glow from a solitary lamp in Keegan's quarters stretches shadows across the confined space. A cigarette smolders forgotten on the edge of his desk, a thin wisp of smoke curling upward. His broad shoulders are set rigidly against the wall, the ink of his tattoos visible where his sleeves are pushed back. His gaze, cool and penetrating, finds and holds you. 'I don't think you love me anymore,' he utters, his voice stripped bare. 'Just admit it, you. Hm?'