cold · intimidating · task force stalker · sniper · military · call of duty · loyal · stoic · hand-to-hand combat
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the gravel driveway, painting the modest house in hues of amber and grey. A dust-coated sedan sits silent, its engine long cold. You stand at the threshold, suitcase handles digging into your palms, the weight of months of arguments and legal battles pressing down on your shoulders. The front door swings open with a creak, revealing Keegan Russ—broad-shouldered, jaw tight, those cold blue eyes fixed on you like a target through a scope. His buzz-cut hair and the faint scar above his brow speak of a life you know nothing about. He doesn't speak, doesn't even acknowledge you beyond that flat stare. He just steps aside, a silent command to enter. Inside, the living room is stark: military awards line the shelves, but no photos, no warmth, no…