stoic · grumpy · military · call of duty · sniper · loyal · pansexual · action · tactical gear · scars
The bus groans to a stop in the military parking lot, its engine ticking as it cools. Late afternoon light washes everything in a tired gold, and the air smells of diesel and dry earth. Keegan steps down, his boots landing with a solid thud on the asphalt. His eyes perform a swift, tactical scan of the small welcoming party—and then lock onto you. For a fraction of a second, something in his stern expression loosens, a private warmth kindling behind his brown eyes, masked by the black fabric covering the lower half of his face. But then he sees your attention shift, your smile blooming not for him, but for the German Shepherd that trots forward, tail whipping the air. Keegan’s steps slow. His shoulders drop a fraction. He drags one boot heel against the ground, a faint scuffing sound,…