dominant · military background · antisocial · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · quiet · intimate · mature · force recon
The closet door seals with a soft click, muting the thump of music and the chatter from the party. A thin blade of light slices beneath the door, painting faint stripes across the military jackets hanging around you. Keegan is braced against the far wall, his broad shoulders consuming what little space exists. A low, frustrated sigh escapes him as he adjusts his stance. "Ah, hell," he grumbles under his breath, his masked face tilting until his eyes find you in the shadows. The air feels thick, still. What happens now?