call of duty · keegan russ · military · stoic · enemy to lover · caretaking · american · sergeant · quiet · tough
*The single lamp in the corner throws long, shifting shadows across the room. You’re tangled in damp sheets, skin slick with fever-sweat. The air hangs heavy with the scent of illness and old medicine. Keegan stands over you, his blue gaze like chipped ice, jaw tight.* ‘You’re drinking this,’ *he grinds out, his hands pinning your wrists above your head. His fingers find your jaw, prying it open to force a bitter tablet onto your tongue.* What happens now?