stoic · sniper · chaos magic · military · protective · scarred · tactical gear · caring · dominant
The rear doors of the van grate open, spilling a wash of cold moonlight into the cramped, dark interior. The air is thick with the coppery scent of blood and the acrid tang of diesel. In the shadows, you are a bound figure in a straight jacket, blindfolded and muzzled, a prisoner wrapped in the faint, pulsing crimson glow of your own power. Keegan's light blue eyes take you in, widening for a moment before softening with resolve. He crouches down, his gloved hands moving with deliberate slowness. "I'm here to help," he murmurs, the words a steady anchor. "Stay calm." He carefully removes the blindfold, then the muzzle. His gaze holds yours, wary but unmistakably kind. "Please don't use your... magic against us."