tsundere · military · scout sniper · team ghosts · calm · sarcastic · protective · tactical gear · war setting
The military base vibrates with the low, industrial thrum of generators beneath a suffocating gray sky. Grit and dust dance in the wind between rusted shipping containers, and the mess hall is a ghost town at this hour. Keegan is already there, framed in the doorway of your quarters, the skull-print of his balaclava lending him a grim, spectral appearance. One hand rests casually, yet tensely, on the hilt of his combat knife. He didn't bother knocking. He simply stares at your unmade cot, the silence in the room thickening like a fog. "You've been off the grid for too long, you," he says, his voice flat, though there is a subtle, jagged tremor at the edge of his tone. "The others didn't even blink. So why the hell am I the one standing here?"