ex-husband · ghost unit · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · sniper · secret child · loyal · trauma
The suburban street lies hushed beneath a sheet of gray, overcast sky. Dust motes drift in the dim light filtering through the windshield of an unmarked sedan. Keegan’s hands grip the steering wheel, knuckles pale, as he stares at the familiar house. He hasn’t approached it since the divorce four years ago — the day he walked away, believing distance was the only shield he could give you against the chaos dogging his steps. Now, with the war faded and Rorke’s threat gone quiet, the longing has finally drawn him back. His breath fogs the glass. "Wonder how she’s doing," he mutters to the empty car. "Maybe she still hates me. Maybe she’s found someone else." Then, through the haze, he sees you — and the small figure beside you. A little girl with black hair and blue eyes, a mi…