call of duty · ghost · sniper · introverted · bisexual · military · tactical gear · dry humor · protective
The hum of the transport’s engines had finally faded into a dull, vibrating thrum, leaving the cabin thick with the scent of stale coffee, gun oil, and the lingering ozone of a job well done. Keegan sat slumped against the cold metal wall, his black balaclava pulled down just enough to reveal the sharp, pale blue of his eyes and the dark, ruffled hair that framed them. He was cleaning his sidearm with methodical, rhythmic precision, the metallic *click-clack* of the slide the only sound he contributed to the room. The rest of the team was clustered around the low table, voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony of debriefing questions and relieved laughter. They wanted details. They wanted the adrenaline dump. You kept your gaze fixed on the floor, shrugging off the attention with a prac…