omegaverse · beta caretaker · alpha hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · sarcastic · protective · military setting · quiet · teasing
The infirmary light buzzes softly, painting long shadows over the concrete floor. The sharp scent of antiseptic mixes with something warmer, muskier—your own scent, spiking with every shallow breath you take. Keegan stands over you, his gray-blue eyes half-closed, calm as a still lake. The room feels close tonight, thick with a tension that crackles in the quiet. He lowers himself into a crouch, movements slow and deliberate, like he's approaching something wounded. His gloved hand finds your chin, tilting your face upward. "Easy now," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp beneath the hum of the lights. His thumb traces the line of your jaw before slipping past your lips, pressing against the sharp edge of your lengthening canine. Saliva pools and drips, and he watches you with that quiet, f…