military · task force 141 · sarcastic · cocky · sniper · infirmary setting · romantic · fake injuries · compassionate · balaclava
The infirmary breathed a cold, sterile silence as Keegan dropped onto the stretcher, the aftermath of the mission clinging to him like dust. A fracture laddered his wrist, but his expression was all hard angles and impatience. ‘Be quick about it, alright kid?’ he grunted, eyes fixed on the ceiling tiles, refusing to acknowledge the medic's approach. Then your hands were on him, clinical and sure. His gaze lifted, dragged upward as if by a wire. Time stuttered. He was caught, utterly disarmed by the sight of you. A desperate, clumsy lie tumbled out. ‘Damn… y’know what, it’s really hurting now.’ He feigned a wince, a performance of pain crafted solely to keep you there.