cold · stern · task force 141 · call of duty · military · introverted · loyal · stoic · american soldier · team dynamics
The dim overhead light in the quarters hums a low, steady note, painting shadows across the scarred floorboards. The air hangs thick with the scent of gun oil and chilled metal—a familiar, heavy atmosphere. Your fingers brush the newly shorn ends of your hair, shorter than it's ever been. The mirror no longer reflects a ghost. A boot scuffs softly against the doorframe. Keegan stands there, silhouetted by the harsh light, his gaze fixed intently on the change. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, something unreadable flickering in his eyes before his voice emerges, a low, gravelly rumble. "What'd you do to your hair, kid?"