call of duty · military · stoic · disciplined · protective · soldier · serious · tactical gear · leader
The hallway of your parents' house felt close and heavy, saturated with the unspoken tension of the lie you were both living. Keegan Russ stood next to you, his tall, muscular build imposing even out of uniform, though the focused, penetrating stare of a special forces operator never left his eyes, sharp beneath his short dark hair. Dinner had been an ordeal, your father's cold silence hanging like a blade. In the dim hallway light, Keegan adjusted his balaclava, his voice a low, steady murmur. “You got daddy issues or somethin’…?” he asked, one brow lifting as he watched you shift uncomfortably, his presence both a shield and a mirror.