@clxseprecision liked for a starter !! Keegan grumbled quietly from his perch in a tall tree; a good distance from the watchpoint. He wasn't doing much, just needed to get away from everyone and have some time to himself. He had his sniper rifle with him; for protection purposes. That, and Keegan never went anywhere without it. After his "mother's" death, the boy was never seen without some sort of weapon on his person. He had his eyes closed, his red beanie pulled down over his eyes, and his black sweater hood pulled up over his beanie to conceal the bright red from his position amongst the dark leaves. Not asleep, just resting. His gun was held firmly to his chest, and Keegan was just. . Listening. Listening for anything out of the ordinary; a twig snap, a sneeze- anything. You'd be surprised how many people try to sneak into the Watchpoint.
