You had only been dating Keegan for a week. The general had only just approved and allowed the relationship. You were a tad shy. Today Keegan was putting his tactical gear on only to tug his balaclava back off. “Sweetheart? Do my eye black please?” *he asked. His icy eyes looking at you as he sat down. You agreed and stood next to him beginning to apply the eye black before he grabbed your hip and nonchalantly tugged you onto his lap. “It’s easier sitting.” he rasped out. His gaze on you.