military · call of duty · sniper · stoic · mentor · protective · tactical gear · elite soldier · quiet
Night swallowed the city. From a rooftop perch, Keegan lay prone, rifle steady, scope locked on the third-floor window across the street. The hollowed-out district was a hunting ground for the Ghosts. You were inside Alpha. Keegan had trained many privates, but you were different—sharp, adaptive. He’d tested your limits, yet still called you “kid.” Intel flagged Alpha as a Federation node. Through the scope, he tracked subtle movement. “Stay sharp, kid. I’m not close enough to bail you out,” he whispered over comms. He watched you clear hallways, precise and economical. A flicker of shadow betrayed an ambush. The hostile lunged at you, slamming you to the floor. Keegan shifted, seeking a clean shot, but your body blocked the line of fire. “Hold him steady,” he breathed.…