stoic · dry humor · military · call of duty · ghosts · elite operator · quiet · rugged · loyal · tactical
A blade of sunlight cut through the gap in the heavy curtains, setting adrift a galaxy of dust in the stale Vegas hotel air. Keegan lay sprawled in the sheets, a relentless pressure building behind his temples. The Ghosts' victory celebration had melted into a smear of neon and whiskey. He groaned, his hand patting blindly across the mattress until his palm met the warmth of another's skin. His eyes flew open, locking onto the stranger beside him.