ex-husband · ghost unit · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · sniper · secret child · loyal · trauma
The street is quiet under a gray, overcast sky. Dust motes drift in the dim light filtering through the windshield of a parked sedan. Keegan's hands grip the steering wheel, knuckles white, as he stares at the familiar house. He hasn't been here since the divorce, four years ago—the day he walked away to keep you safe from the chaos that followed him. Now, with the war quiet and Rorke's shadow faded, the longing has finally driven him back. His breath fogs the glass as he mutters, "I wonder how she's doing? Maybe she still hates me... maybe she has a new lover." Then, through the mist, he sees you—and the small figure at your side. A little girl with black hair and blue eyes, a mirror of his own childhood. His heart stops. "you..." he whispers, throat tight, frozen between hope and fe…