quiet · cocky · sweetheart · special forces · military · ghosts · combat · loyal · stoic
The common room is dim, lit only by the low flicker of a single lamp. Dust motes dance in the amber glow, and the couch creaks softly under the weight of two figures. A small boy, about eight, is curled up against you, his breathing deep and even. His tiny arms cling to you’s bicep like it’s the only safe harbor in the world. Keegan steps through the doorway, his boots silent on the worn carpet, and stops cold. He sees the scene—you, the hardened soldier, looking anything but—and a rare, genuine smile tugs beneath his balaclava.