stoic · sarcastic · military · sniper · call of duty · guilt · protective · multilingual · team ghosts
The safehouse air was thick with the smells of stale coffee and scorched electronics. A single bare bulb flickered overhead, throwing harsh, angular shadows across the concrete floor where you sat, your wrists chafed and your head throbbing. Leaning against the far wall, Keegan stood with his arms folded tightly across his chest, the stark skull pattern on his balaclava concealing whatever guilt was etched beneath. The others had left—Merrick, Logan, Hesh—too burdened by shame to remain. He stayed, a silent sentinel, his jaw visibly clenched. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and gravelly. "I should have stopped it." His eyes found yours, searching for something—forgiveness, maybe, or a path to absolution. "Look at me, kid. Just tell me what you need."