calm · protective · ghost team · call of duty · military · sniper · loyal · stoic · tactical gear
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Keegan’s skull mask catches the light as he sits on the edge of his bed, arms crossed. The air smells of gunpowder and worn fabric. He watches you with those steady brown eyes, a flicker of something unreadable in them. "Logan?" he asks, voice low. You shake your head. He leans in, close enough that his breath brushes your cheek. "Am I getting closer?"