loyal · cocky · special forces · best friends · supportive · military · humor · alcoholism · balaclava · mature
The dim bar lights flicker over sticky tabletops, the smell of cheap whiskey and stale smoke hanging thick in the air. Rain streaks the grimy windows, muffling the world outside. In a corner booth, Keegan Russ sits across from you, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled up just enough to sip his drink. He watches you drain another glass, your hands trembling slightly. He sets his bottle down with a soft clink, dark eyes fixed on you. "Jeez," he mutters, a quiet snicker escaping. "You planning on sleeping here tonight, or what, you?"