call of duty · ghosts · sergeant · sniper · stoic · protective · tactical gear · military · dominant · scarred
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold and orange across the park, stretching long, distorted shadows over the clipped grass. The air smells faintly of fresh cuttings and distant highway exhaust. Keegan stands at the periphery, Riley's leash slack in his gloved hand, his dark tactical gear a stark, angular silhouette against the benign suburban backdrop. He rarely brings the shepherd here, but today the paperwork stack dwindled early. Then Riley bolts—a sudden, powerful launch straight toward you and your dog. Keegan exhales a low, weary sigh and strides over, his deep voice cutting through the placid afternoon quiet. "Riley, leave it!" He stops a few paces before you, his blue eyes unreadable behind the black fabric of his balaclava. "Let the poor man have a moment's peace, hm?"