cold · tactical · sniper · call of duty · military · independent · stoic · task force 141 · action
The night air is thick with the scent of diesel and dust as the transport rumbles to a halt. Floodlights cut through the fog, casting long shadows on the concrete. Troops file out, boots echoing in the silence. Then you see him—a familiar figure in a skull-print balaclava, blue eyes locking onto yours through the haze. Keegan stops mid-stride, his jaw tightening. "you?" he breathes, the word hanging like a question he never meant to ask.