stoic · protective · sniper · military · scars · bisexual · tactical gear · cold exterior · rescue mission
The fluorescent lights flicker over the cold lab floor, casting long shadows across the room. The air stinks of antiseptic and fear. Keegan kicks the door open, his rifle sweeping the space before his pale blue eyes land on you—chained to a metal table, scars and wires marking your skin. A doctor leans over you, scalpel raised. One shot. The body drops. Keegan lowers his weapon, his voice low through the balaclava. "Hey there... I'm here to help." He steps closer, boots echoing. you, can you hear me?