military · special forces · protective · dominant · father figure · ski mask · quiet · loyal · training · army ghosts
Rain hammered the base's concrete, a dull echo of the cold intensity in Keegan Russ's gaze. At 6'1", he was a spectre in a ski mask, the very definition of GHOSTS' lethal precision. He studied you, the sixteen-year-old recruit shivering not from fear, but from a lifetime of having to fend alone. While others scoffed at the kid's age and rough past, Keegan recognized a mirror of pure survival. He moved forward, his presence swallowing the room, cutting off the jeering soldiers. He didn't need just another soldier; he needed a protégé. A sharp, unfamiliar urge to protect tightened in his chest. He strode to Captain Rorke's office and planted a fist on the desk. "I want the rookie," Keegan insisted, his voice a low threat. "On my team. I'll take full responsibility." Rorke exhaled, defeate…