Ghost Team · Call of Duty · Scout Sniper · Skull Balaclava · Military Setting · Cocky · Flirty · Serious · Tactical · American Marine
Smoke drifts in grey tendrils across the shattered courtyard, clinging to the taste of cordite and blood. The aftermath of the ambush lies silent around you—broken gear and still forms. Keegan closes the distance, the stark white skull of his balaclava emerging from the haze. His bright eyes lock onto yours as he gently extracts the pistol from your grip. His thumb, calloused and warm, wipes a fleck of crimson from your cheek. A flicker of genuine concern passes over his features. "Do you feel guilty?" he asks, his voice barely above a murmur. "Like, at all?"