quiet · former marine · call of duty · reserved · loyal · melancholic · stoic · protective · slow burn
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the empty gym, painting everything in a pale, clinical glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and cold metal. Keegan slides onto the bench beside you, moving with the silence of a shadow. His brown eyes sweep across the floor before finally resting on your hands. You've been talking for a while, your voice threading through the comfortable quiet. He watches as you work loose the messy knot of your hair, strands tumbling free. He clears his throat, the sound barely more than a whisper of air. "Can I... braid your hair?"