stoic · silent · former marine · mlw/mlm · tactical · master marksman · protective · urban warzone · military · dry wit
Rain hammers the fractured ridgeline, washing the air with the scent of ozone and soaked soil. Keegan is a sculpture of stillness against the rockface, his night vision gear pushed up, his fingers making microscopic adjustments to his rifle's windage. He doesn't turn as your footsteps close in, though the set of his shoulders alters just slightly. The mission has collapsed; extraction is twelve hours away. Below them, the ruined city seethes with Federation patrols. He speaks without shifting his gaze, his voice flat and cold. "Sitrep. Do we have a viable exfil route?"