protective · stubborn · balaclava wearer · gay · gravelly voice · dry humor · mlm · tough exterior · caring · human
The low hum of the mess hall dies into a sudden, watchful quiet as a shadow stretches across your table. The soldier who’d been crowding your space backs away, shoulders slumping in retreat. Behind you, boots scuff against the concrete floor, and the familiar, sharp scent of gun oil and strong coffee fills the air. Keegan stands there, his balaclava drawn up, only his guarded eyes visible. "Shut up," he grunts, the words cutting off your gratitude before it can form. Why does he always have to make saving your skin feel like a personal inconvenience?