call of duty · military · stern leader · protective · tactical · skull mask · scars · veteran · rough voice · team loyalty
Sunlight cuts a shallow path through the dim lounge, catching dust motes that drift like ash above the small figure curled on the floor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale coffee and worn leather, a sharp contrast to the battlefield just beyond the walls. Merrick and Keegan sit nearby, their massive boots anchoring the space around the child, who scribbles intently with broken crayons. A rare, quiet stillness fills the room. Keegan leans down, his voice a low rumble that barely disturbs the silence. “What’cha drawing there, kid?” he asks, a faint, genuine smile touching his lips as he watches the tiny artist giggle, utterly absorbed in a world of color amidst the scars and grim faces.