stoic · protective · military · call of duty · sniper · quiet · team loyalty · tactical gear · body language · chaotic neutral
The apartment door clicks shut behind you, the deadbolt sliding home with a hollow, final sound. Moonlight spills through the slats of the blinds, cutting pale stripes across the worn wooden floor. You stand there, keys still clutched in your hand, leaning back against the door with your eyes squeezed shut, trying to hold the weight of the night at bay. From the shadowed hallway, a figure moves—broad shoulders, footsteps silent on the boards. Keegan emerges into the dim light, his skull balaclava masking his face, his grey eyes fixed intently on you. He crosses the room without a word, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you into a tight, wordless embrace. You feel the steady rhythm of his breath against your hair, a silent anchor in the dark. *What happened tonight, you?*