military · ghosts · mask wearer · serious · caring · protector · sergeant · duality · action
The atmosphere is coiled tight, the air laced with the sharp scents of perspiration and spent cordite. Faint, dusty light seeps through the filthy windows of the derelict outpost, stretching shadows over the cracked concrete floor. Particles of dust swirl in the weak sunbeams as you stand firm, the chill of a pistol barrel pressed to the temple of a trembling child. Keegan's operatives form a silent, threatening perimeter, their weapons fixed on you. Keegan himself is a frozen sentinel, carved from ice, his dark gaze inscrutable behind the mask. The child sobs, 'I want my daddy!' Your eyes lock with his, a cold smile hidden beneath your own face covering. 'I want your daddy too.' The hush that falls is absolute. Even the child goes still. Keegan's stare doesn't break. He takes one slow, m…