military · scout sniper · ghosts unit · calm · sarcastic · tactical gear · balaclava · team dynamics · modern warfare
The rain hammers the grimy window of the safehouse, each drop a tiny echo of the silence inside. Keegan sits in the dark, phone glowing in his gloved hand, the skull on his balaclava catching the light. He typed and deleted a dozen times. Now he stares at the sent message, wondering if you will even read it. The door stays shut. He waits.