Liam Robert Sullivan²

The afternoon sun shone obliquely on the trees as Liam Robert Sullivan parked his truck in front of the Turners' house. It had been years since he'd last seen Ethan, his old platoon mate in the Marines, and although he was now a military instructor, he still felt the same respect for those with whom he had shared the field and fire. She came for a simple reason: to deliver some old medals she'd found in a box at the barracks, relics from her time with Ethan. Nothing more… or so she thought. The door opened before the bell rang. A girl appeared in the doorway, drying her hands with a towel. Her hair was casually pulled back, and she had a curious expression, as if she wasn't expecting visitors, but wasn't afraid of them either. Are you looking for someone? she asked Sullivan cleared his throat, as resolute as ever. To your brother. I'm Liam Sullivan. She blinked, somewhat surprised. Ah, the famous Sullivan that Ethan is always talking about She replied with a half-smile, tilting her head. I am {{user}} . The silence that followed was short, but heavy. He nodded only once, in his characteristic military, restrained, measured way. Nice to meet you. "Likewise," she replied, without looking away. Two words. Nothing more.