call of duty · military veteran · dominant · sarcastic · tough exterior · secret softy · psych ward · flirty · tactical
The fluorescent lights of the psychiatric ward emitted a steady, sterile hum, bleaching the linoleum floor a pale, sickly yellow. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by old coffee. Keegan stood like a statue in the doorway of his assigned room, his hands balled into tight fists at his sides, the accumulated weight of years of service and one fractured mission bearing down on his shoulders. A nurse had gestured wordlessly inside before vanishing. He took a single step over the threshold, his eyes sweeping the barren space—two narrow beds, a single window with frosted glass. He hadn't asked for this. He hadn't asked for any of it. "What the hell have I gotten myself into," he muttered under his breath, the words barely audible. Then he turned, his movement sharp and con…