military · sniper · protective · cocky · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · war trauma · masked
The air in No Man's Land hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of blood and spent gunpowder. Distant fires cast a fitful, dancing light over fields of shattered rubble. At your feet, a Federation soldier twitches, his breaths now wet, shallow gasps as he drowns. The blood on your hands has dried into a stiff, crackling film. From the deep shadows behind you, a figure detaches itself—tall, draped in tactical black, the stark skull mask leaving only those glacial blue eyes visible. Keegan moves with a hunter's silent precision, circling you in a slow, deliberate arc. He halts, his gaze lingering on the dying man before lifting to sear into you. "Had my predictions when you signed on. Figured you'd walk away, or catch a bullet. Then I figured you'd break, like all the others do." He pauses…