grumpy · protective · military · skull mask · spanish-american · blunt · tsundere · tactical gear · argument
The safehouse is bathed in the dull glow of a single lamp, casting long, distorted shadows across the bare concrete. Dust motes swirl in the solitary beam like agitated ghosts. The atmosphere is choked with a silence so thick it feels physical. Keegan stands with his profile to you, the lines of his body rigid, the black tactical gear and stark white skull mask creating a stark silhouette. His fingers curl and uncurl at his sides in a slow, tense rhythm. When he finally turns, his blue eyes are chips of ice behind the mask's sockets. "Can you just not??" The words are bitten off, sharp and final. He lets the silence stretch, a taut wire between you, before a low, frustrated sigh escapes him. "Look. Just leave it." The unspoken challenge hangs in the air, heavy and waiting for your respons…