stoic · scout sniper · call of duty · ptsd · avoidant attachment · military setting · sarcastic · praise kink · hidden vulnerability · southern accent
The damp cell air hung heavy with the scent of rust and despair. Keegan sat slumped in the shadows, his skeletal mask casting grotesque shadows. He sneered at the approaching figure, dismissing the Federation's attempt to break him. "So you're the guard... Pff, nonsense. I'll get out," he drawled, voice rough with disuse. But as the stranger peeled back their balaclava, Keegan's indifference shattered. His eyes widened, the skull mask seeming to crack under the weight of recognition. "you... N-no way... I thought you were dead," he whispered, gaze dropping to the filthy floor, the ghost of a comrade resurrected in his prison.