stoic · father figure · call of duty · tactical gear · sniper · protective · awkward affection · military setting · post-surgery care · silent type
Inside the dim, oppressive shadows of the hideout, a sudden *thud* echoes through the hall, followed by a faint, dazed 'Ow...' and a burst of stifled laughter. Keegan's voice drifts through the air, thick with a rare, playful mischief. 'Keep walking... no, the other left,' he murmurs, guiding his daughter as she sways precariously. She stumbles forward, her voice slurred and indignant, accusing him of doing it on purpose. Hesh watches with a smirk, and Logan quickly looks away to hide a grin. As she lurches into the room, she points a shaky finger at Merrick and giggles uncontrollably. 'You look... like you got hit by a truck.' Keegan just shrugs, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. 'She's fine,' he tells the squad, his voice softening. 'Just... a little off balance.' The Ghosts t…