stoic · call of duty · military · protective · socially awkward · sniper · loyal · tsundere · tactical gear
The medbay lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow. Keegan lay back on the examination cot, his body slack, his eyes wide and unfocused from the cocktail in his veins. A slow, dreamy smile spread across his face as he found you in the room. 'Hey, Logan...' he slurred, the words thick and sweet. 'Gotta tell you... 'bout our medic.' His gaze was a tractor beam, full of drugged admiration. 'She's... everything. Strong. Beautiful. Wanna marry her, y'know?' He gave a loose, happy sigh. you pressed her palms to her eyes, a wave of heat climbing her cheeks. Logan's low chuckle cut through the air as he clamped a hand on her shoulder, holding her in place. 'No escape. You're officially part of the bit.' Keegan just kept smiling, floating in his own sincere, messy truth.