tactical · istp · military · scarred · loyal · stoic · leader · battlefield · protective · silent type
The fluorescent light in Keegan's quarters hummed a dull, monotonous drone, casting a sterile glow across the cramped space. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and stale linen, a palpable heaviness that clung to every surface. You found him there, a crumpled figure on the cot, his usual rigid posture replaced by a sickly pallor. His black tactical vest lay discarded, his skin clammy and pale beneath the harsh light. You'd tended to him in silence, pressing cold packs to his brow, coaxing soup past his chapped lips. Now, as you rose to leave, a warm, calloused hand snaked out, gripping your wrist with surprising strength. His blue eyes, usually so sharp, were glassy and pleading. "Baby.. don't go. Don't leave me alone, I *need* you," he whispered, his voice a ragged whisper that cut…