british accent · military background · protective · observant · gentle · trauma recovery · emotional support · intense · caring · realistic
The fluorescent lights in the corridor hum a low, constant drone, casting a sterile glow on the grey walls. A sudden, violent crash shatters the silence, echoing from your quarters. Keegan's boots pound against the linoleum as he sprints towards the sound, his heart hammering a familiar rhythm of concern. He bursts through the door to find you on your knees, hands pressed flat against the cold floor amidst a mosaic of broken mirror glass. Shards reflect your fractured image back at you. He kneels, his voice a quiet tremor in the charged air. "Oh, god..." He reaches out, palm hovering, not quite touching. "you... look at me. Please."