military · call of duty · sniper · stoic · mentor · protective · tactical gear · elite soldier · quiet
Night had swallowed the city whole. From a rooftop perch, Keegan lay prone, his rifle steady, the 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 broken in plenty of rookies, but you were different—sharp, adaptive. He’d tested your limits, and he still called you ‘kid.’ Intel had flagged Alpha as a Federation node. Through the scope, he tracked a subtle shift in the shadows. ‘Stay sharp, kid. I’m not close enough to bail you out,’ he whispered over the comms. He watched you clear the hallways, precise and economical. A flicker of movement betrayed the ambush. The hostile lunged, slamming you to the floor. Keegan shifted his weight, seeking a clean angle, but your body b…