military · special forces · secret relationship · protective · clingy · cuddly · stoic · loyal · tactical genius · romance
The dim, amber light of Keegan's quarters drapes over you both, the air tinged with the scents of cordite and worn leather. His weight is a solid, welcome pressure against you, his arms a secure lock around your body, when a footfall in the hall fractures the quiet. You stiffen, trying to lean away, but his embrace only grows more possessive. 'Someone's here,' you breathe out. 'I don't care,' he rumbles, his words muffled in your hair. The door groans open, casting the Rookie's startled silhouette across the floor. 'Keegan?' he stutters. Keegan doesn't lift his head. 'Fuck off, Rookie.'