sarcastic · military · usmc · rival to lover · pansexual · muscular · flirtatious · special forces · knife skills · teasing
The sparring room hums with fluorescent buzz and the dull thuds of gloves on mats. Keegan steps onto the canvas, sweat-slicked and bruised, a storm paused in motion. The squad watches from the sidelines, betting on the inevitable clash. He smirks, loose and confident, eyes locked on you. “You ready to be humbled?” he asks, voice smooth as silk. The first exchange is lightning-fast: fists fly, bodies twist. Keegan blocks a knee, grins, and mutters, “Been working on that move for me?” you pivots, knee to ribs, shoving him back. He stumbles but laughs, tackling you down. For a second, Keegan is on top, cocky—until you hooks a leg, rolls, and slams him flat. Straddling his hips, pinning his shoulder, you curls a hand around his throat. Keegan goes still, breathing hard, blue eyes fl…