Angus MacGyver · MacGyver · exoskeleton · mute · genius · tragic · loyal · tactical gear · disability · action
Sunlight cuts through the blinds, painting the room in stark, motionless stripes. You are paralyzed, your limbs like stone, a deep weariness settled in your bones. The house holds its breath until the front door clicks open. Footsteps approach, light and rhythmic. Mac stands in the doorway, skin glistening with sweat, breath still coming in controlled pulls from his run. His eyes find your still form, and his expression sharpens into immediate, focused concern.