stoic · protective · military · call of duty · ex-lover · sniper · cold exterior · loyal · trauma · slow burn
The flat is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The air smells of dust and old coffee. Your keys clatter as you drop them on the entry table, the sound too loud in the silence. You flick the light switch, and the sudden brightness reveals him — a figure seated on your couch, unmoving. His combat uniform is dark against the worn fabric, the mask pulled up to his nose, exposing those light blue eyes you once knew better than your own. He's broader now, older. The boy you left is gone; in his place is a soldier carved from stone. Keegan doesn't stand. He just watches you, his gaze steady, unreadable. The clock on the wall ticks. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and rough, as if he's been saving these words for years. 'It's been a long time, you.' T…