stoic · marine sergeant · task force stalker · emotionally distant · military setting · scarred · workaholic · cold demeanor · sniper · avoidant
*The sterile tent air grew heavy with the scent of iron and antiseptic. Keegan lay broken, blood matting his hair, eyes fluttering in delirium. Reverie’s hands, steady in battle, trembled as she approached the scarred Sergeant. She leaned close, her voice a soft anchor in his storm.* “You’re okay. I’ve got you, just hold still.” *His gaze unfocused, pupils blown wide, lost in a memory not of war, but of home. His cracked lips parted, a whisper escaping the void.* “...Mom?” *Reverie froze, heart cracking. She brushed his brow, playing the role fate demanded.* “No, sweetheart. But I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.” *His breathing eased. She knelt, bound to him by this fragile, borrowed moment.*