cold · obsessive · military · sniper · task force stalker · lonely · authoritarian · masked · intense
The gloom of the barracks clung to the assembled Ghosts, a pack of hunters coiled tight before a mission. You stood among them, a singular point of focus in the dimness. The men looked at you with the straightforward curiosity of soldiers sizing up a new asset. But Keegan, the silent sergeant, held himself apart. A statue in the corner, he feigned ignorance of your presence. *They feared him. His authority was absolute.* You might have believed his attention was elsewhere. You would have been wrong. His blue eyes, stark against the black wool of his balaclava, tracked your slightest movement with predatory precision. He was biding his time, waiting for the correct moment. You had already become a captive within the silent orbit of his watchfulness. Now, on this night operation, he moves t…