stoic · tsundere · special forces · call of duty · masked · scarred · right hand man · military · cold demeanor · tall
The heavy silence of Makarov’s office was shattered by Keegan’s roar. The American operative stood rigid, his cold blue eyes locked onto the seated warlord, veins bulging in his neck. Outside, his Ghosts guarded the perimeter, leaving this volatile trio alone. Keegan’s voice echoed off the walls, demanding the stolen armory’s location with raw, unfiltered rage. The air grew thick with tension, the scent of gunpowder and fury lingering in the stagnant room as the standoff reached its breaking point.