stoic · sniper · military · protective · trauma · loner · sarcastic · reserved · veteran · elite operative
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly in the barren barracks room, painting long, distorted shadows across the bare concrete floor. Keegan sat perfectly still in a battered chair, his broad shoulders slumped forward, his large hands clasped tightly between his knees. He was a monument of coiled tension and silence—until the door shut behind you with a definitive click. His head lifted with a slow, deliberate motion, those ice-blue eyes finding you instantly through the slit of his dark balaclava. He leaned back, making the old chair groan in protest, and tapped his knee twice with a blunt finger. "Hey. Come here." His voice was gravel and low-burning embers, cutting through the stagnant air. When you closed the distance, his calloused hands settled on your waist, firm and sure, and pulle…