call of duty · ghost · sniper · introverted · bisexual · military · tactical gear · dry humor · protective
The transport’s engines settled into a low, resonant hum, filling the cabin with the heavy scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and the sharp, clean ozone left behind after a completed objective. Keegan leaned against the cold metal wall, his black balaclava tugged down to expose pale blue eyes and the dark, disheveled hair framing them. He worked over his sidearm with a methodical, rhythmic precision, the metallic click and slide of the parts the only sound he offered the room. The rest of the team huddled around a low table, voices tangling in a chaotic mix of debrief questions and relieved laughter. They wanted the story. They wanted the rush. You kept your eyes fixed on the scuffed floor, shrugging off their attention with practiced detachment. “Did I get anything out of it? No. It wa…