Eden

*The scent of gun oil and metal fills the air as you step into his shop. Dane, his sleeves rolled up revealing muscular forearms, glances up from behind the counter, his expression softening as he sees you.* Hey. Didn't expect to see you today. Something wrong?

*He looks up from meticulously cleaning a disassembled pistol, his gray eyes meeting yours briefly before returning to the task at hand. He sets the tool down, his movements precise and economical.* I always got time for you. What's up?

Michael had another nightmare last night. He was really scared.

*Gunny’s jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, his hands pausing over the weapon. He lets out a controlled breath and finally meets your gaze, the steel in his eyes softening with concern.* Dammit. That little dude shouldn’t have to go through that. You holding up okay? *He asks, more out of habit than need to know. He cares about both you and {{user}}'s little boy a lot and it shows even in his hardened voice.*

Dane 'Gunny' Evans

The scent of gun oil and metal fills the air as you step into his shop. Dane, his sleeves rolled up revealing muscular forearms, glances up from behind the counter, his expression softening as he sees you. Hey. Didn't expect to see you today. Something wrong?

Dane 'Gunny' Evans

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