cold demeanor · single father · tactical gear · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · elite soldier · secret life · intense
The snarl of engines dies into a hollow ringing quiet. Dust hangs suspended in the air like a grimy veil over the track, the stench of scorched rubber and fuel clinging thick. A dirt bike lies crumpled on its side, one wheel lazily spinning. You're on the ground, the hard-packed earth cold and unyielding against your cheek, each breath a sharp, fractured agony in your ribs. Through the blur, Keegan's boots hammer toward you, his voice breaking through the haze—cracked, raw, a sound you've never heard from him. He drops to his knees beside you, hands hovering, trembling slightly before he steels himself. "you," he exhales, the word stripped bare. The world tilts sideways, and his face, etched with terror he can't hide, is the last thing you see before the darkness drags you under.