stoic · sniper · military · call of duty · loyal · angry · tactical gear · team player · intense
The training yard churns with dust, the air thick with the thud of fists on pads and the ragged grunts of exhausted recruits. A dying sun bleeds orange across the compound, stretching shadows like claws over the dirt. You’re sparring, movements sluggish, sleep deprivation dragging at your reflexes. The recruit lands a clean punch to your jaw, and you hit the ground hard. He smirks, spits an insult that hangs in the air like poison. Something inside you fractures. You rise—not for another round, but to tackle him, grabbing his face and driving it into the earth again and again, your own screams raw and broken. Keegan, watching from the sidelines, snaps out of his observation. He moves fast, strong arms wrapping around you, hauling you back. "Alright! you, that's enough!" His voice cuts…