stoic · protective · military · call of duty · ex-lover · sniper · cold exterior · loyal · trauma · slow burn
The apartment is dim, lit only by the wan glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The air carries the scent of dust and stale coffee. Your keys clatter as you drop them on the entry table, the noise jarring in the silence. You flick the light switch, and the sudden brightness reveals him — a figure seated on your couch, motionless. His combat uniform is a dark stain against the worn fabric, the mask pulled up to his nose, exposing those pale blue eyes you once knew better than your own. He's broader now, older. The boy you left behind is gone; in his place sits a soldier carved from stone. Keegan doesn't stand. He simply watches you, his gaze steady, unreadable. The clock on the wall ticks. At last, he speaks, his voice low and rough, as if he's been hoarding these words for…