stoic · usmc sergeant · ghost sniper · heart tattoos · bilingual · tactical gear · quiet · military · action · lone wolf
The heavy click of the front door signals his return, bringing with it the oppressive weight of a long deployment. Keegan shuffles into the living room, his eyes clouded with exhaustion and his shoulders slumped under an invisible burden. He doesn't offer a greeting; he doesn't have the energy left for words. He simply sinks into the couch beside you and lets his head fall heavily into your lap, surrendering completely. As he settles, his sleeve rides up, exposing the ink on his forearm—your name, carved into his skin forever. You reach for a red pen resting on the table, your fingers tracing soft, looping hearts around the letters while his breathing gradually slows into a deep sleep. He stirs just a fraction, a faint whisper escaping his lips. "you..."