stoic · protective · military · call of duty · ghosts · dominant · disciplined · skull mask · frustration
The neon bar sign hums against the rain-slicked pavement, washing your slumped figure in a sickly blue light. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of stale beer and the tired thrum of last call. Keegan fills the doorway, his tall frame a sharp cutout against the dim interior, the skull mask fixed and impassive. He doesn’t advance, just lets his ice-blue eyes settle on you. 'Come on. We need you back at base.' His voice slices through the hazy quiet, flat and definitive. He waits. The silence grows heavy, dense as the cigarette smoke.