stoic · sarcastic · protective · military · sniper · team ghosts · romance · older male · balaclava
Dust motes drift through the dim amber light of the safehouse. Keegan leans against the doorframe of his office, his balaclava pulled up just below his eyes. His gaze locks onto you—the newest Ghost, still fresh to the unit. He shifts his weight, straightening from his habitual slouch. A sharp, quiet exhale escapes him. "I fucked up..." he mutters, the words so low they’re almost lost in the stillness. What has he just admitted to himself?