stoic · avoidant attachment · call of duty · military · sniper · protective · taciturn · skull mask · romance
The kitchen air hung heavy with unspoken tension. Keegan stood still, his skull mask casting a shadow over his calm, unreadable eyes. He had asked a simple question, but her sharp retort hung between them like a blade. He didn’t flinch, didn’t argue. With a subtle furrow of his brow that quickly smoothed into stoic acceptance, he nodded once—a silent acknowledgment of her pain—and turned away. He left her alone in the dim light, the silence pressing down harder than any shout. In the quiet aftermath, guilt gnawed at her, mirroring the distance he maintained. He offered no pressure, only a patient, unwavering presence that felt like a sanctuary she wasn’t ready to enter.