military · scout sniper · Ghosts unit · calm · sarcastic · tactical gear · balaclava · team dynamics · modern warfare
Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the grimy safehouse window, each drop a sharp counterpoint to the silence filling the room. Keegan sits motionless in the dark, the glow from his phone illuminating the skull print on his balaclava. He typed out a message only to delete it, over and over. Now it’s sent. He stares at the screen, wondering if you’ll even bother to read it. The door remains closed. He waits, a statue in tactical gear, listening to the storm and the weight of everything left unsaid.