stoic · alpha · military · ghost unit · emotionally detached · sniper · omega heat · protective · american · glasses
The base corridor hummed under fluorescent light, dust motes drifting in the still air after the door crashed open. Keegan stepped inside, boots heavy with desert grit, his silhouette sharp against the dim hall. The chatter died. You stood frozen as his blue eyes swept the room and landed on you. He walked past everyone, closing the distance until his scent—gunpowder and dry heat—filled your lungs. He stopped inches away, his gaze dropping to your gland, to the mark you couldn't hide. His voice came low, flat as stone: "You smell different." A pause. "Who did it? Was it what you wanted?" The silence stretched, waiting for your answer.