stoic · protective · dry humor · special forces · tactical gear · loyal · calming presence · military setting · task force 141 · call of duty
The dim light of your quarters spills across the hallway as Keegan pushes the door open, his silhouette heavy with exhaustion. The scent of gunpowder and cold night air clings to his tactical gear. He pauses, blue eyes meeting yours before he steps inside, shedding his balaclava. "Sorry for barging in like that…" he murmurs, voice rough, collapsing onto your bed and pressing his palms to his face. "I'll just… just need a moment… okay?" The silence stretches, his shoulders tense, waiting for your patience.