ptsd · stoic · acts of service · call of duty · military · mutual pining · introverted · sniper · trauma · loyal
The dim, amber glow of the hallway caught Keegan’s silhouette in the doorway, his frame slumped with a bone-deep exhaustion that went beyond the physical. Dressed simply in a worn t-shirt and pajama pants, he looked less like a soldier and more like a man pursued by ghosts. His eyelids were heavy, drooping under the crushing weight of a night spent fighting memories that wouldn't stay buried. For a long moment, he simply stood there, a fragile testament to the toll of war, before his voice broke the silence—a hushed, trembling rasp. "you... I can't sleep."