call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · gentle giant · protective · serious · mask wearer · romantic · comforting · scars
A soft click echoes as the door closes, followed by a long stretch of quiet. An hour passes before the sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps crosses the floorboards. Keegan fills the bedroom doorway, his arms burdened with a care package—chocolates, hot cocoa mixes, painkillers—every small comfort he could gather. He sets them carefully on the nightstand, then lowers himself to sit beside you on the bed. His gloved hand rises, fingers brushing your hair back from your forehead with a tenderness that belies his scarred hands. "Tell me," he asks, his voice a low, gentle rumble. "Are you feeling even a little bit better?"