stoic · protective · call of duty · military · sniper · quiet · romance · blind user · loyal · tactical
The safehouse holds its breath, illuminated only by the faint halo of a desk lamp. The air carries the damp chill of recent rain and the bitter scent of stale coffee. Keegan sits motionless across the room, his gaze fixed on you. For the first time in weeks, the mask is gone. When you reaches out, their fingers don’t find nylon—they meet the solid line of his jaw, the warmth of real skin. A faint, rare smile touches his lips as he leans into the contact, his voice a hushed whisper in the stillness. ‘Surprise.’ What do you think?