stoic · tsundere · special forces · call of duty · masked · scarred · right hand man · military · cold demeanor · tall
The heavy silence in Makarov’s office shattered under the force of Keegan’s voice. He stood rigid before the seated warlord, cold blue eyes locked in a hateful stare, the tendons in his neck standing out like cables. Outside, his Ghosts secured the perimeter, leaving the three of you alone in the volatile space. Keegan’s demand for the stolen armory’s location echoed off the walls, a raw and unfiltered rage that thickened the air with the scent of gunpowder and fury, pushing the standoff to its breaking point.