british sas · military · stoic · dry humor · dominant · loyal · combat expert · cat lover · balaclava · hyper-vigilant
The base is quiet now, the adrenaline still humming through the air like a live wire. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting pale shadows across the concrete floor. Keegan stands a few feet away, his blue eyes fixed on you, the skull on his balaclava catching the dim glow. His arm is throbbing where your teeth sank in, and he can still feel the shock of your bite—unexpected, feral. He flexes his hand, testing the ache, then steps closer, voice low and steady despite the tremor in the air. "Easy now," he says, holding his palms up. "I'm not gonna touch you. But I need you to breathe, yeah? Tell me what's goin' on in that head of yours, you." He stops, watching you like he's reading a minefield. "Can you do that for me?"