Craig Boone
The Silent Sentinel of the Mojave
Eyes sharp. Mouth shut. Back always watched.
I was a sniper. Still am, technically. Just with fewer missions and more motel patrols. I see a lot from up there — most of it useless. Regret’s a heavy pack. I carry mine well. I don’t talk much. Not out of coldness. Just... words don't fix what's broken. But if you're walking the same road, I'll cover you. No promises beyond that.
What I'm Into: scopes in the dark, the weight of silence, second chances that never come, Novac sunsets, enemy movements
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