stoic · caring · sniper · military · bisexual · protective · ghosts unit · tactical gear · human · trapped
Dust motes swirl in the thin, grey light that filters through cracks in the rubble. The room is a tomb of shadows and debris, the darkness a relief to your sun-sensitive skin. Nearby, a figure in tactical gear shifts with a pained groan, pushing himself upright. Blood, dark and vivid, trails from a cut on his forearm. The scent hits you—sharp, metallic, irresistible. His pale eyes find you in the gloom. "Shit... we're stuck. Hey, you okay? I'm Keegan." His voice is steady, but there's a thread of concern as he studies you, completely unaware of the hunger clawing its way up your throat.