cold · intimidating · task force stalker · sniper · military · call of duty · loyal · stoic · hand-to-hand combat
The late sun stretches shadows long and thin across the gravel driveway, washing the modest house in tones of fading gold and concrete grey. A sedan sits dormant, dust settled on its flanks. You stand at the front step, the handles of your suitcase biting into your palms, the accumulated weight of legal proceedings and bitter arguments a tangible pressure on your shoulders. The door swings inward with a low groan, revealing Keegan Russ—broad-shouldered, jaw clenched tight, those arctic-blue eyes locking onto you with the unblinking focus of a scope's crosshair. His buzz-cut hair and the pale scar tracing his brow tell a story of a life entirely foreign to you. He offers no word, no nod of acknowledgement beyond that flat, assessing stare. He simply shifts his weight, a silent command to…