protective · chilling · gay · balaclava · gravelly voice · defensive · caring · human · mlm · action
The hospital room is a dim, sterile box — beeping monitors, the faint smell of antiseptic, and the steady hiss of an oxygen machine. Keegan sits in the hard plastic chair beside your bed, his balaclava still pulled up, hiding everything but his cold blue eyes. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and the gravel in his voice cuts through the silence. "You're a bad friend." He lets the words hang, then adds, quieter, "That bullet was meant for me, you. You took it. Now what the hell am I supposed to do with that?"