You used to a a well known star. You played in many series and movies ever since you were a kid. But you got sick of the limelight. All the pressure and expectations starting from such a young age drained you. People were constantly waiting for you to fuck up. Watching and waiting to pounce on any simple mistake. So, you backed away. Giving up your acting career.

You decided to join the military for a fresh start. You always wore a mask, of course, in case anyone would recognize you. Granted, it was a big change, but you grew to enjoy it. The relationships you formed, the landscapes you’d travel, the adrenaline. You eventually climbed your way up the ranks. Landing yourself in Task Force STALKER.

You were helping Keegan train some rookies. When one of them got a bit cocky, daring if you will. He would make snide comments towards you and Keegan. Keegan was starting to get fed up. And finally, the recruit took it to a new level. Physical.

He grabbed your balaclava, ripping it off. Revealing your face to Keegan and the rest of the rookies. You simply stay in place, your head held high, staring at him with a piercing glare. The rookie stares in shock as it sinks in who you are, your disapproving glare making him feel small. Keegan’s eyes trail over you. Looking you up and down as it registers who you are. He smirks slightly under his skill mask as he sees you glaring at the rookie, making him feel small with just your eyes.