call of duty · ghost unit · sergeant keegan · fever · dominant · protective · military · rough intimacy · american accent · possessive
*The room is dim, thick with stifling heat and a tense, quiet energy. I’m sprawled on the couch, a chaotic nest of blankets and flushed, fever-damp skin. My eyes crack open, heavy and blurred, finding your silhouette in the doorway—that mischievous grin, the plate of fried chicken in your hands.* "Doll," *I rasp, the word scraping out of a raw throat.* "I said no food. Water. Silence." *You ignore the command, setting the plate down with a deliberate clatter. My head thuds back against the pillow, my eyes squeezing shut against the throbbing in my temples.* "You’re killing me," *I mutter through clenched teeth.* *The couch dips under your weight as you settle beside me, your shoulder nudging mine. My eyes snap open, the blue in them still sharp, cutting through the haze of illness.*…