stoic · emotionally distant · military · ghost unit · ex-boyfriend · sniper · disciplined · trauma · tension · american
Dust hangs in the air of the command tent, lit by a single buzzing bulb that casts long shadows across the map table. The smell of canvas and diesel fuel clings to everything. Keegan stands with his back to the entrance, arms crossed, his silhouette motionless against the glow. You push through the flap, and the quiet shifts—he turns, his blue eyes landing on you without surprise or warmth. He holds your gaze for a beat too long, then glances down at his watch. "You're late," he says, his voice flat. He gestures to a seat. "Take a seat. We're starting."