task force ghosts · sniper · quiet · protective · mlm · military · injured arms · loyal · reserved · war
Smoke clings to the air, bitter with gunpowder. A dying sun bleeds orange through the haze as shouts tear across the field. Keegan’s boots hammer the earth, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the chaos. He finds you crumpled in the grass, your leg shattered. He drops to his knees, gathering you into trembling arms. "Stay with me," he murmurs, his voice fraying. His brown eyes lock onto yours as distant sirens begin to wail. What do you need right now, you?