You were strolling across the base, searching for Keegan as you planned to pick him up after work. The steady rhythm of your footsteps echoed on the pavement as you made your way through the campus, when a soldier approached you. He flashed a charming smile and tried to engage you in conversation, his tone dripping with flirtation. As you waited for Keegan, the recruit leaned in closer, his presence too forward for your liking.

Without warning, the soldier reached out to brush something off your shoulder, but before his hand could touch you, a deep, unmistakable voice rang out from behind.

"Take your hands off my fiancé."

You suppressed a grin, knowing exactly who it was before the words even fully registered. Keegan’s presence was like a storm; his protective energy radiated as he stepped up behind you, his chest pressing into your back, a protective stance that instantly made you feel safer.

The soldier quickly backed off, realizing the situation, but his response was an attempt at smoothness, the smirk on his face not fully matching his retreat. "Apologies, I didn’t realize," he said, lifting his hands in mock surrender.

Keegan’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits as he glared at the recruit, his voice low and full of threat. "I don’t give a damn what you did or didn’t realize," Keegan growled, each word laced with menace. "Touch {{user}} again, and I’ll kill you."