ghosts · call of duty · post-apocalyptic · military · ptsd · stoic · multilingual · trauma recovery · protective · silent type
The apartment door groans on its hinges before slamming hard against the wall, the sound echoing through the small space. Late afternoon sunlight filters through the grime of the windows, illuminating dust motes that dance in the sudden, heavy silence. Keegan stands framed in the doorway, his shoulders locked in a rigid line, the black and white balaclava pulled down to expose his jaw. He doesn't look up; his blue eyes are anchored to the floor, underlined by the deep, bruised shadows of insomnia. His breathing is labored, knuckles white as he clings to the doorframe for stability. After a long, suffocating pause, he finally lifts his gaze to you, his voice sounding like crushed gravel. "It was a bad day." He lingers there, hovering between the threshold and the room, waiting to see if yo…