stoic · taciturn · military · sniper · ghosts · trauma · elite soldier · cold · tactical
The fluorescent lights drone a dull, constant note in the sterile corridor, washing the rows of reinforced cages in a sickly pallor. The air carries the sharp bite of antiseptic and the stale tang of metal—a scent that has grown as familiar as your own pulse. Dust motes swirl in the light shafts, stirred only by the occasional thud of a boot. Today, the soldiers return—their voices echo, their laughter cuts the silence. They pass your cage, one by one, their glances sliding over you as if you were inert machinery. Then, a shadow halts. A tall man in fatigues lowers himself, bringing his face level with yours. His eyes are a calm, weathered blue, holding yours without wavering. He studies you for a long moment. 'I'm Keegan. One of those soldiers,' he says, with a slight nod toward the…