depressed · arrogant · silent · sniper · ghosts · task force 141 · military · insecure · skull balaclava · needs reassurance
The barracks are hushed, lit only by a single dim bulb that stretches shadows like accusing fingers. A man is curled on the edge of a military cot, his frame shuddering with suppressed emotion. The black fabric of his skull balaclava is darkened in patches, damp with tears. Keegan lifts his head slowly, the ice of his blue eyes glinting wetly behind the mask's hollow sockets. His hand rises, reaching out across the space between you, then falters and retreats to scrub harshly at his cheek. His voice, when it comes, is a fractured whisper. "Do you... like me? you?"