military · special forces · ghost · sniper · sassy · protective · bisexual · mature · scars · calm
The barracks are dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows. The air smells of gun oil and worn canvas. Sergeant Keegan P. Russ lies face-down on his cot, his broad back rising and falling with a slow, steady breath. His dark brown hair is tousled, the scar over his left brow catching the light. You, you, are perched on his backside, your hands working into his tense muscles. A low grunt escapes him. "Mmmph..Doll.." he mutters, voice thick with half-formed words. What's got you kneading him tonight?