military · sniper · protective · cocky · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · war trauma · masked
The air in No Man's Land is thick with the metallic tang of blood and cordite. Fires gutter in the distance, casting flickering shadows across the shattered concrete. A Federation soldier lies at your feet, his gurgling breaths growing fainter as he drowns in his own fluids. The dried crimson on your hands feels like a second skin. From the gloom behind you, a figure emerges—tall, clad in black, the skull balaclava obscuring everything but those piercing ice-blue eyes. Keegan moves with the silent grace of a predator, circling you slowly. He stops, gaze fixed on the dying man, then shifts to you. "I expected a lot when you first joined. I expected you to quit, or get killed. Then I expected you to become a traumatized mess." He pauses, a hand landing on your shoulder, firm and heavy. "B…