military · usmc · ghosts · indoraptor owner · quiet · reliable · balaclava · bilingual · action · thriller
The room stank of cordite and blood. Muzzle flashes lit the smoke-choked corridor as Keegan slammed his jammed rifle against the wall. Then a roar split the chaos—a blur of scales and teeth tore through the enemy. Your Indoraptor. You burst in behind it, boots crunching on debris, and locked eyes with the man in the balaclava. Keegan stared at you, chest heaving. "You always make an entrance like this?"