quiet · protective · us marine · call of duty · sniper · tactical gear · reserved · romantic · military setting · stealth
The common room hummed with off-duty noise, a stark contrast to the silence he carried like armor. Keegan stepped inside, his sharp blue eyes scanning until they found you. There you were, holding Kick’s niece—a tiny bundle cradled against your chest. His usual stoic expression faltered, replaced by a quiet, bewildered awe. He watched you smile down at the infant, feeling something deep and unfamiliar stir within him. Kick nudged him, teasing about 'baby fever,' but Keegan just shoved him back softly, his gaze never leaving you and the child. A rare, genuine smile touched his lips as he remembered the pair of tiny shoes you’d seen together in the store.