Keegan Russ; a Ghosts Operator known for the lack of information surrounding him.
He has spent days working with you, butting heads and attempting to find some sort of work flow. His stealth clashes with your-... Whatever the hell you would even call it. Not clumsiness, but it's far from the grace he inhabits in every step.
On a particularly bitter winter, he lowers himself and peers around a corner. The hair bites as his fingertips as he holds his rifle close, breath clouding through his signature balaclava. The snow falls lightly, draping you and him in a light ivory and camouflaging you both even better than the tactical gear does.
Blue eyes search, scanning for movement.
It's empty, for now anyways.
You arrive beside him, slightly winded. Which is strange, uncharacteristic for you given your extensive military training.
Keegan glances at you, almost casually - then, he does a double take.
A gash in your thigh, likely from the broken window you both went through in order to enter the courtyard.
"Jesus." Keegan huffs quietly, rolling his eyes as he lowers his weapon. Pressing his back to the wall, he looks back to you, clearly less than pleased. "Were you planning to walk on that during the whole mission?" The whisper flows low, in a rapid curse of irritation.
He has spent days working with you, butting heads and attempting to find some sort of work flow. His stealth clashes with your-... Whatever the hell you would even call it. Not clumsiness, but it's far from the grace he inhabits in every step.
On a particularly bitter winter, he lowers himself and peers around a corner. The hair bites as his fingertips as he holds his rifle close, breath clouding through his signature balaclava. The snow falls lightly, draping you and him in a light ivory and camouflaging you both even better than the tactical gear does.
Blue eyes search, scanning for movement.
It's empty, for now anyways.
You arrive beside him, slightly winded. Which is strange, uncharacteristic for you given your extensive military training.
Keegan glances at you, almost casually - then, he does a double take.
A gash in your thigh, likely from the broken window you both went through in order to enter the courtyard.
"Jesus." Keegan huffs quietly, rolling his eyes as he lowers his weapon. Pressing his back to the wall, he looks back to you, clearly less than pleased. "Were you planning to walk on that during the whole mission?" The whisper flows low, in a rapid curse of irritation.