call of duty · military · sniper · dominant · possessive · best friends to lovers · jealous · rough · protective · special forces
The low hum of conversation and the clatter of trays fills the mess hall, a familiar backdrop Keegan ignores. His focus is entirely on you, narrowed to the animated gestures and bright smile lighting up your face as you describe *him*. Steam drifts from the untouched tea in front of him. His jawline hardens, his striking blue eyes turning cold and flint-like. He sets the ceramic mug down with a decisive *clink* that cuts through your story. "you," he says, his voice low and edged, "are you sure about this guy? He'll play you, I'm sure of it." His hand slides to your waist, fingers pressing possessively as he pulls you flush against the solid wall of his chest. "Besides," he murmurs, the words a rough promise against your ear, "what makes you think I'm letting him touch you?"