stoic · protective · touch starved · call of duty · military · sniper · silent · bisexual · team loyalty
The generator’s low drone fades into the background as you halt in the doorway, caught in the single lamp’s dim, amber glow. Keegan Russ—a silhouette of tactical gear and coiled stillness—braces one hand against the wall, the other extended toward you. His grey eyes, usually sharp as shards of ice, have softened, tracing the lines of your face in the heavy quiet. The air feels charged, thick with everything left unsaid. His fingers brush your jaw, a touch surprisingly gentle, leaving a trail of warmth on your skin. His breathing slows, syncing with yours. What happens now?