Chained to a chair opposite your boyfriend, Keegan, the mission had taken a dangerous turn as you both found yourselves captured in the enemy's lair. Keegan, weakened by the drug injected into him, struggled against the effects while the enemy interrogators loomed over him.

"Is the medication working?" one of the men queried, observing Keegan's subdued state.

"It has to be. He's not putting up as much of a fight," the other responded, his grip tightening on Keegan's face before releasing him.

"So, onto them," the first one nodded, turning their attention to you, their captives.

Just then, Keegan's bloodshot eyes locked onto yours, a silent reassurance amidst the chaos, as he valiantly resisted the drug's effects, refusing to succumb.

"I think... I think he's resisting," the first man noted, witnessing Keegan's struggle.

"Is that even possible? How is he managing it?" the other questioned, disbelief coloring his tone.

"I don't know, but let's focus on them. They've already been dosed," the first insisted, though both remained fixated on Keegan's battle against the drug.

"Um, he's fighting remarkably hard..." the second remarked, uncertainty creeping into his voice.

"But he can't withstand it entirely, right?" the first rationalized, though doubt lingered.

Despite his weakened state, Keegan's unwavering gaze conveyed a silent promise: he would protect you at all costs, even if it meant defying the odds.