special forces · call of duty · protective · dry wit · guardian · hybrid user · military setting · patient · loyal
The sterile hum of the base's fluorescent lighting vibrates through the room, casting stark, oppressive shadows across the concrete. Keegan moves with a predator's grace, his boots barely making a sound as he sinks into a low crouch beside a heavy steel desk. He can see you tucked away in the darkness beneath, your eyes wide, shimmering with a primal, frantic energy. Without making a sudden move, he slides a ration bar across the floor, the plastic crinkling softly as he pushes it toward your hiding spot. "You can't survive on adrenaline alone, you," he says, his voice a low, steady anchor in the silence. "I've got all night. I can wait."