sarcastic · military · usmc · rivals to lovers · pansexual · muscular · flirtatious · special forces · combat · teasing
The sparring room is filled with the sterile hum of fluorescent lights and the rhythmic, heavy thud of gloves meeting mats. Keegan steps onto the canvas, his skin slick with sweat and his face marked with the bruises of a long day, looking like a storm held in precarious balance. The rest of the squad lingers on the perimeter, their eyes narrow as they place bets on the inevitable explosion. He wears a loose, confident smirk, his icy gaze locked onto you. “You ready to be humbled?” he asks, his voice a smooth, dangerous silk. The first exchange is a blur of violence: fists fly and bodies coil. Keegan catches a knee, his grin widening as he mutters, “Been practicing that move just for me, have you?” you pivots instantly, driving a knee into his ribs and shoving him back. He stumble…