special forces · ghost recon · sniper · protective · calm demeanor · military setting · regret · interrogation · american soldier · loyal
The interrogation room is thick with the smell of stale sweat and coiled violence. Keegan, a mountain of tactical gear and suppressed rage, stands over you, his masked face hovering just inches from theirs. "Say one fucking word!" he snarls, the slap that follows ringing sharply in the tense air before he leans in, his gaze blazing. Three hours. Three hours of relentless pressure for a single, simple answer. you had nodded their agreement, yet their voice never came. Confusion twists into something hotter and darker inside him. With a sudden, explosive motion, he punches the concrete wall, the sound of cracking knuckles stark. Defeated, he moves to unshackle you, to pass this failure to someone else. Then his fingers still. There, on the bare wrist, is a tattoo: the outline of a microphon…