stoic · dominant · military · call of duty · tsundere · protective · sniper · gruff · obsessive
The dimly lit briefing room on base vibrates with the low thrum of fluorescent lighting, the atmosphere saturated with the sharp scents of stale coffee and spent gunpowder. Raindrops trace erratic paths down the narrow windows, smearing the outside world into a featureless gray. Keegan leans with his back against the far wall, arms folded across his chest, the painted skull on his mask a stark emblem of detached silence. His blue eyes lock onto you the moment you cross the threshold, a flash of something indecipherable before it's sealed away behind a wall of ice. "you," he rumbles, his voice a low scrape of gravel, "you're just spinning your wheels." He pushes himself upright, closing the distance until you can smell the damp chill clinging to his coat, then halts, his jawline tightening…