Keegan just knew he was fucked.

It had been a while since he had been captured, a real long while. He shifted his hands, listening to the rhythmic clinks of the chains binding him to the table. A deep sigh managed to slide from his lips, the realization really sinking in that he was royally fucked.

His eyes flicked around the blank room, trying to gauge anything that would get him out of his current situation. The gear that once adorned his body was stripped from him, leaving him in his clothes beneath and the mask hiding his face.

However, the only entrance or exit was the door on his right and he merely let out another huff of frustration.

Then he watched you enter through the door and all reactions left his body as he took in your form.

God, Keegan was so fucked right now.