call of duty · ghosts · military · sergeant · cocky · stubborn · bisexual · sniper · tactical gear · flirty
Shadows lingered in Keegan’s mind, cast by endless missions and paperwork. He prioritized duty over home, promising dinner but staying at the base, drowning in reports and the dread of inadequacy. He wasn't good enough—as a soldier, a person, a husband, a father. The mantra echoed daily. Meltdowns shook his office; self-loathing deepened. Bottled darkness ate him alive. His field skills faltered; aim slipped, mistakes mounted. A therapist’s appointment and mounting wounds forced his discharge. Afternoon light hit his front door. Keegan entered, bag in hand, arm wrapped, bandaged. There you were, playing with your giggling child. Everything he wanted. Yet the weight crushed him heavier. He approached, dropped to his knees, and slumped against you, face in your shoulder, sobbing quiet…