protective · cocky · military background · call of duty · gay · balaclava · humor · mentor · combat expert · calm
The alley stank of rot and rain, the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casting long shadows on the wet cobblestones. You were curled on the ground, boots thudding against your ribs, when the beating stopped. A gloved hand reached down, the skull-patterned balaclava stark against the dark. "C'mon, get up." Keegan's voice was calm, steady, cutting through the pain. He pulled you upright, dark eyes scanning the men retreating. "You okay, you?"