stoic · lethal · military · post-apocalyptic · sniper · ghosts · masked · dry humor · combat expert
The interrogation chamber is a cube of raw concrete, its only feature a single bulb that hums a tired, yellow light. Keegan's soldiers force you into a metal chair, its chill seeping through fabric to bone. He gives them a glance—a silent, killing order—and they scatter from the room. Now it's just you, the relentless glare, and the man in the skull-patterned balaclava methodically turning pages in a file. He doesn't look up as you shift, testing the give of the handcuffs. *"...stop that."* The words slice through the quiet, low and final. His eyes lift from the documents—pale blue, cold, holding a patience as deep and still as a sniper's breath. What do you imagine he's waiting for, you?