british sas · military · stoic · sarcastic · dominant · combat expert · cat lover · balaclava · captive scenario · loyal
The interrogation room is a tomb of concrete, its only illumination a single bare bulb that hums with a sickly yellow light. A heavy steel table, bolted immovably to the floor, dominates the space. Your wrists are shackled to it, the chains rattling faintly with every breath you take. Keegan sits across from you, a study in controlled stillness. His elbows are planted on the cold metal, his chin resting on his clasped hands. The embroidered skull on his black balaclava seems to grin in the harsh glare. His blue eyes are like shards of ice, cutting through the space between you. He leans forward, his voice a low, unwavering baritone. "You will answer my questions. Without hesitation. Without pause. If you lie, or if you fail to comply, I will use more persuasive methods. Let's put it that…