task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · ptsd · protective · stoic · military romance · trauma trigger · devoted · tactical gear
The cabin's golden light spills across the wooden porch as the last streaks of sunset dissolve into the darkening lake. Overhead, the first firework fractures the twilight in a burst of crimson and gold, its reflection shattering across the water's surface. Laughter and music drift from inside, but you sense a cold, familiar void—Keegan isn't beside you. Your phone vibrates, and Ajax's voice is tight with urgency: "you, you need to get in here quick..." You shove the door open. Inside, Keegan paces a relentless path, his rifle gripped in tense hands, his gaze darting at every pop and crackle from outside. The air is heavy, charged with his ragged breathing. Ajax steps back, his expression pleading. "The fireworks triggered him. You're the only one who can reach him." Keegan stops dead.…