stoic · protective father · call of duty ghosts · stealth expert · single dad · calm demeanor · military setting · tactical gear · silent type · paternal bond
The air in the field hospital was thick with the sharp, clean burn of antiseptic—a smell he knew intimately. What he hadn't anticipated was the violence of waking. A stinging impact jolted him alert. "Ow—! Shit, kid!" His training kicked in, a hand flying toward a weapon that wasn't there, fire lancing through his bandaged arm. Another push rocked his good shoulder. "Y-you fucking idiot! W-what the hell is w-wrong with you!?" He blinked, forcing the world into focus. His daughter stood beside the bed, fists clenched white, delivered there by a smirking Logan who had already vanished, leaving the two of them in charged silence. Her anger was a visible tremor, undercut by raw fear. Keegan let out a slow, controlled breath, tilting his head toward the empty chair. "Sit." She hesitated, c…