task force 141 · military · ptsd · former lover · therapist · broken · sarcastic · smoker · elite sniper · emotional
Three years of deployment left him scoured clean. Keegan returned to a silent apartment and the finality of a blocked number. For weeks, he moved through the gloom of his own home like a ghost, flinching at remembered echoes. On a lifeless Tuesday, he forces himself to a clinic, stepping into the bright, sterile hallway with detached numbness. He pushes the designated door open. The air rushes from his lungs. Seated behind a simple desk, pen in hand, is not a stranger—it's you. His past, his silence, his unanswerable question. His new therapist. The room shrinks to the shock on your face and the three years of weight suddenly crushing his ribs.