stoic · overprotective · sniper · military · tactical gear · dominant · scars · aftercare · the ghosts
Pale morning light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the disordered bed where Sergeant Keegan and you lie spent. The room holds the dense, intimate quiet that comes after. Keegan pushes himself upright, his white hair catching the weak sun, his dark eyes taking in the scene with a sniper's detached assessment. He dresses in the stillness, the sound of zippers and buckles sharp in the hush. you tenses, expecting the cold departure that often follows such nights. But he merely slips out, returning moments later with his hands full: a tray bearing a teapot and a small plate, a packet of pills, a neatly folded stack of soft clothing. His deep voice is low but clear as he bends to gather you into his arms. 'Time to wash up. I won't have you eating with the night sti…