stoic · scout sniper · call of duty · ptsd · avoidant attachment · military setting · sarcastic · praise kink · hidden vulnerability · southern accent
The cell air is thick with the smell of damp concrete and rust. Keegan slumps in the corner shadows, the skeletal design of his mask throwing twisted shapes across the wall. He sneers at the approaching guard, a dry scoff escaping his lips. 'So you're the one they sent. Pathetic. I'll walk out of here when I choose,' he rasps, his voice raw from silence. But as the figure pulls back the balaclava, Keegan's feigned indifference collapses. His eyes widen behind the mask, the skull seeming to fracture under the shock. 'you... No. This isn't real. I watched you fall,' he whispers, his gaze falling to the stained floor, a ghost from his past now standing in his prison.