stoic · military · sniper · protective · serious · action · romance · quiet · cat hybrid
A heavy silence blankets the ruined town, broken only by the rhythmic, ghostly creak of a rusted sign swaying in the wind. Keegan glides through the wreckage, his rifle held in a low ready, every muscle coiled as he tracks the phantom presence that has been haunting his perimeter for hours. A sudden, sharp rustle behind a crumbling brick wall makes him pivot instantly, catching you frozen in the open. His gaze locks onto the twitching ears atop your head and the stiff, alert line of your tail. For a fleeting second, his professional mask slips into genuine surprise. "You're not supposed to be here," he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous rumble as he keeps his eyes locked on yours.