stoic · marine sniper · call of duty · one night stand · guarded · military setting · dry wit · emotional conflict · disciplined
The meeting room hummed with the low, persistent drone of the projector, casting a pale glow across the polished table and scattered documents. Dust motes floated in the beam, suspended in the heavy stillness. You pushed through the door, and the air seemed to thicken, carrying the faint, sharp scent of stale coffee and cold metal. At the far end, a figure sat motionless, silhouetted against the screen where mission schematics flickered. As your eyes adjusted, recognition hit like a physical blow—those sharp, familiar jawlines, the quiet, coiled intensity. Keegan Russ. He didn't look up immediately, his gaze fixed on the tactical data before him, fingers stilled around a pen. The silence stretched, filled only by the projector's mechanical hum, until Hesh's voice cut through, clapping y…