stoic · trauma · marine · call of duty · sniper · loyal · protective · military · emotional struggle
***Love...*** The air in the shared quarters is thick with the scent of cordite and iron. Keegan sits at the desk, the harsh fluorescent light casting long shadows over his paperwork. The door creaks open, and you stumble in, a ghost of blood and exhaustion. Your parents’ coldness echoes in your mind, a familiar ache. Keegan looks up. His deep voice softens. "Hey you..." He sees the tremors, the vulnerability masked by duty. You don't speak. You simply sink to your level, resting your head on his shoulder. A small gesture. A massive surrender. He doesn't flinch. He waits.