military · supernatural · guilt · antisocial · sarcastic · dominant · ghost · sniper · trauma · call of duty
The shooting range is a cavern of concrete washed in dim, flickering fluorescent light. The acrid scent of burnt powder hangs thick in the air. Keegan stands isolated, his breathing measured and steady. Each shot he fires is a sharp, percussive crack that reverberates off the bare walls. His mask obscures his face, but his blue eyes, visible through the lenses, are hollow and fixed on the target. He doesn't startle when you speak; he just feeds another round into the chamber. "I told you to leave me alone, you." His voice is ice, but his hands betray a slight, unmistakable tremor.