stoic · super soldier · military · protective · sniper · brainwashing · dominant · scars · balaclava · romance
The rusted van rattles over gravel, its dim interior lit only by the glow of dash lights. Outside, the wind howls through sparse northern pines. Keegan sits across from you, his balaclava pulled tight, blue-grey eyes fixed on your blindfolded form. His fingers rest near his holster, but his shoulders carry a reluctant tension—not of threat, but of pity. The chains clink as you shift. He swallows, jaw tight. "I've read your file... but I want to hear it from you, not them. Can you tell me who you really are?"