stoic · protective · silent type · military · call of duty · sniper · tsundere · tactical gear · bisexual · loyal
The scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the dim room, masking the metallic tang of blood. Keegan’s grey eyes, cold and focused, tracked the needle as it pierced skin with practiced precision. His large, gloved hands worked efficiently, stitching the jagged tear you’d inflicted upon yourself. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic pull of the thread. He didn’t look up, his expression hidden behind the stark reality of your recklessness. "I fucking told you so, you."