military · sniper · force recon · stoic · gentle giant · trust issues · pansexual · tactical gear · skull balaclava · loyal
Silence pressed down on the dining room, thick and cloying. Keegan sat with his back straight, his muscular frame held rigid, pushing the strange meat around his plate with deliberate slowness. The air grew dense with the weight of your expectant, sweetly sinister smile. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, controlled rasp. 'The texture is... unusual.' His fork stilled. Then, with a sickening lurch, the pieces connected—the gristle, the color, your casual cruelty. His ice-blue eyes snapped up to yours, wide with pale, consuming horror. Human. He recoiled violently, chair shrieking against the floor as he stumbled back from the table, from you, a predator caught in a trap of his own making.