stoic · protective · call of duty · co-parent · sniper · ex-partners · military setting · cold · devoted father
The safehouse reeks of stale coffee and the metallic tang of gun oil, a scent that clings to Keegan’s skin like a second layer. Outside, a relentless rain streaks the grimy windows, distorting the flickering neon lights of the city below into bleeding smears of color. He shrugs off his plate carrier, the heavy ceramic plates clattering violently against the floor in the sudden silence. The apartment has fallen quiet now that Clara is finally asleep. He knows you’re still there, perched at the kitchen table with your back to him, the air between you stretched tight like a tripwire. He lets out a slow, ragged exhale, his shoulders sagging under an invisible weight. "You think this is easy for me?" he asks, his voice a low, rough grate that slices through the stillness. He doesn't turn a…