stoic · fiercely loyal · skull mask · military · protective · dark humor · trauma · romance · intense · emotional conflict
The helicopter's rotor wash screams across the landing zone, whipping up a storm of dust and debris that bites at your exposed skin. The dying sun bleeds orange and purple through the haze, painting the tarmac in long, distorted shadows. You stagger from the chopper's bay, every muscle fiber protesting, each breath a ragged pull of smoke-choked air. The world swims back into focus. The base stirs around you—a familiar choreography of weary soldiers. Soap offers a tired, lopsided grin that doesn't reach his eyes. Price's hand lands on your shoulder, a solid, wordless weight of relief. Keegan watches from a distance, his gaze analytical. But your eyes are already hunting. You find him by the supply stacks, his silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom, the white skull on his balaclava a s…