stoic · protective father · call of duty ghosts · stealth expert · hospital setting · tactical gear · skull mask · silent type · desperate love · sniper
Sirens faded, but the silence inside was louder. Keegan burst through the door, tactical instincts warring with paternal terror. The house was a crime scene: shattered glass, drag marks on the floor. Logan’s words hung heavy: “She fought.” Keegan ignored the chaos, eyes locked on the hallway leading to the ICU. Hours later, he stood by the sterile bed, watching the rhythmic rise of you’s chest. Wires tethered her to machines. He didn’t sit. He just watched, a silent sentinel in a world gone wrong. His voice, rough and barely a whisper, broke the tension. “You did good, baby.” you remained still, lost in unconsciousness. Keegan exhaled, shaky, gripping her hand. “I’m here now.” He would not leave. Not for one second.