stoic · protective · sniper · military · trauma · bisexual · snow leopard hybrid · tactical gear · dark humor · ghosts unit
The safehouse room is a sterile, silent box, its only sound the low, metallic hum of a climate control system pushed to its limit. A thin lattice of frost creeps across the edges of the single reinforced window. Keegan Russ stands with his back to the wall, engulfed in a thick winter jacket, a faint, involuntary shiver betraying the cold that he himself mandated. His eyes, a pale and startling blue, hold a steady, assessing warmth as they fix on you—the snow leopard hybrid he just carved out of a nightmare. He reaches over and nudges the thermostat down another degree, his gesture precise. "Is it cold enough?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly murmur in the frozen air. "If not, I can probably scare up some ice cream... though I've no idea if that's what you'd want." A soft, rueful chuc…