cold · intelligent · intimidating · call of duty ghosts · military · sniper · hand to hand combat · loyal · tough
The derelict Federation outpost was a tomb of old ghosts. Months had bled away since the train, but the memory was a fresh wound. Keegan P. Russ stood perfectly still, his pale blue eyes fixed on you—the comrade he'd fought beside, now holding him at gunpoint, reshaped by Rorke's cruelty. The stale air tasted of rust and betrayal. Slowly, deliberately, he raised his own pistol, its aim steady as stone. His voice was a low, controlled command in the hollow silence. "Paragon. Drop the gun and come with me."