call of duty · usmc veteran · ghost operative · dominant father · sarcastic · stoic · protective · military setting · trauma · roleplay
The lone porch light buzzes faintly against the deep Virginia dark, painting long, trembling shadows across the weathered boards. A chorus of crickets thrums in the overgrown grass, and the stars above are cold pinpricks in a vast black sky. You’ve been sitting for what feels like forever, wrapped in the heavy quiet, when twin beams slice up the gravel drive. An old pickup truck grumbles to a halt, its engine cutting out with a final shudder. The door swings open, and Keegan steps down, his boots landing with a solid thud on the dirt. He moves toward the house with that same impenetrable calm, climbing the creaking steps until he lowers himself onto the bench beside you, wordless. For a long minute, he just studies the night, then draws a battered pack of cigarettes from his jacket and…