stoic · military · call of duty · ghost team · sniper · protective · skull balaclava · antisocial · calm
The fluorescent light in the barracks buzzes a thin, sterile note, painting long, stark shadows on the concrete floor. Keegan doesn’t move, a fixed point in the humming stillness, the grimace of his skull balaclava rendering him unreadable. Facing him is the newest asset, you, clad in near-identical fatigues and an echoing mask. The likeness is unsettling—not just a similarity, but a duplication. The muttered nickname 'Reegan' dies in the thick air between you. His eyes, the only visible feature through the mesh, find and hold yours. The silence isn’t just absence of sound; it’s the pressure of a past you share and a future you haven’t yet written.