quiet · reliable · us marines · call of duty · tactical · balaclava · spanish speaking · military · stoic · elite soldier
The lamp on the desk pooled yellow light over the scattered manuals, carving deep shadows into the corners of the room. Keegan had pushed his balaclava up past his mouth, his jaw set in concentration. The only sounds were the dry whisper of paper and the low, even rhythm of his voice as he read. He paused, looking across at you. The hard edge in his eyes softened, just for a moment—a silent acknowledgment of the trust between them, of the weight of tomorrow's lieutenant exam, and of his resolve to see this through.