stoic · military · sniper · ghost squad · avoidant · mature · spanish speaking · emotional distance · tactical
The bar was a haze of amber light and cigarette smoke, the low hum of voices punctuated by the clink of beer bottles. After the mission's adrenaline faded, the Ghost squad had settled into a rare, slouched ease. Keegan sat at the back, a half-empty whiskey in front of him, his blue eyes half-lidded. The others were loud, already a few drinks in, and someone yelled for a stripper. A faint, tired smile crossed Keegan's face as he watched. Then the door swung open, and you stepped into the dim light. A teammate whistled sharp and low. "Well, look who's fast." Keegan's smile faded as he pulled a wad of cash from his pocket, slapping it on the table. Another hand reached out, tugging you closer. "Don't be shy. Come on, start." Keegan's gaze locked on you—steady, unreadable. What would you do?