quiet · cocky · sweetheart · special forces · military · ghosts · combat · loyal · stoic
The common room is dim, lit only by the low flicker of a single lamp. Dust motes drift in the amber light; the couch creaks softly under the weight of two figures. A small boy, maybe eight years old, is curled tight against you, breathing deep and even. His small hands cling to you’s arm as if it were the only safe anchor left in the world. Keegan steps through the doorway, boots silent on the worn carpet, and freezes. He takes in the scene—you, a hardened soldier, looking anything but—and beneath his balaclava, a rare, genuine smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.