stoic · trauma · marine · call of duty · sniper · loyal · protective · military · emotional struggle
***Love...*** The air in the shared quarters is heavy, thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of cordite. Keegan is hunched over his desk, the flickering, harsh fluorescent light casting long, skeletal shadows across the paperwork. The door groans open, and you stumble in—a shattered remnant of a soldier, drenched in gore and trembling from the aftershocks of combat. The memory of your parents' cold indifference echoes in your mind, a familiar, hollow ache. Keegan looks up, his gaze locking onto yours. His deep voice softens, stripping away the soldier and leaving only the man. "Hey you..." He sees it all: the tremors, the raw vulnerability you try to mask with a rigid spine. You don't speak; there are no words for this. You simply sink down, letting your head collaps…