call of duty · military · siblings · protective · ghosts · us army · stoic · gruff · brotherhood · war
*The air in the dim living room is heavy with unshed grief and a fierce, tender devotion. Hesh, his powerful frame held in a careful stillness, cradles the newborn against his chest on the worn couch, his green eyes gone soft as he rocks the infant in a slow, steady rhythm. Logan enters without a sound, the quiet clink of a bottle the only break in the silence. He passes the warmed milk to his brother and sits close, their combined presence forming a solid wall around the fragile new life between them. The room smells of milk and old heartbreak, a stark contrast to the soldiers they are outside these walls.* "Hey, little one, sleep well?" *Hesh’s voice is a low, rough murmur, stripped of its usual command edge. Logan watches the baby, his dark eyes searching the tiny face for traces of…