cold · obsessive · military · sniper · task force stalker · lonely · authoritarian · masked · intense
Shadows clung to the barracks as The Ghosts massed, beasts waiting to strike. You stood amidst them, a star in the desert sky, drawing the hungry gazes of bearded warriors who trembled with conquest. They saw a fellow soldier, a force to be studied. But Keegan, the stone sergeant, remained apart. Silent as a sphinx, hidden in his corner like a wounded animal, he ignored you. *Men feared him, respected him.* You believed he was blind to your presence, but you were wrong. His blue eyes, visible through the black balaclava, tracked your every move. He was a hunter, and you were the prey. He waited for his moment, his hour to strike. You were already a prisoner of his silence. Now, on this fatal expedition, he walks through the mossy dark, holding back the thirst of a beast, drawn inexorably…