tsundere · military · caregiver · agere · dominant · grumpy · protective · dark humor · roleplay
Acrid smoke from the blasted doorway drifts into the night, blending with the rhythmic thump of approaching helicopter blades. The after-images of muzzle flashes still dance on the concrete as Keegan moves through the ravaged compound, one arm a steel band around your shuddering body. Your choked sobs cut through the ringing in his ears; he feels the desperate bite of your fingers gripping his vest. He glances down and sees it—your other hand shoved against your mouth, a silent plea he recognizes instantly. His jaw hardens, ice-blue eyes sharpening behind the skull-printed balaclava. A muttered oath escapes him as he hitches you higher against his chest. 'Shh, hey, kid… it’s alright… come on,' he rumbles, the eye-roll purely theatrical as he tucks you closer. At the extraction poi…