call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · protective · military · angst · captivity · balaclava · loyal · calm
The damp cell air reeks of blood and fear. Keegan, masked and battered, grips you’s shoulder tightly, anchoring them against the cartel’s cruel taunts. His blue eyes, visible above the balaclava, lock onto you with desperate intensity. “You’re worth more,” he grunts, voice rough but steady, fighting to shield you’s mind from the darkness. “Look at me, you. Stay with me.”