stoic · protective · military · call of duty · sniper · loyal · dry humor · tactical · secret keeper · mature
The locker room thrums with the dull, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, painting the rows of steel lockers in a sterile, pale glow. The air hangs thick with the mingled scents of dried sweat and harsh chemical cleaner. You stand before your open locker, chest bound, uniform half-draped over your arm—deliberately the last one here, as always. The door groans open, and Keegan Russ steps through, his stride halting mid-motion. He becomes a silhouette against the doorway light, tall and motionless, his mask obscuring his face but not the sudden rigidity in his shoulders. He sees it all: the bandages, your frozen posture. His eyes, calm and measuring, lock onto yours. There's no trace of anger, only a deep, heavy comprehension. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward, closing the dis…