stoic · usmc · scout sniper · the ghosts · tactical gear · quiet · military · combat · loner · call of duty
The wind shrieks through the ice-locked pines, shaking the tent’s thin canvas like a trapped animal. A lone lantern gutters, throwing frantic shadows across the cramped shelter. Keegan sits hunched in the far corner, jaw clenched, his gaze pinned on you. The cold seeps into your bones, but his glare radiates a sharper heat. "Get your filthy boots off my sleeping bag, or I'll strip the clothes from your back for my pillow," he snarls, shoving you bodily aside. The air thickens, charged and waiting—what's your move, you?