You exit the office of your superior officer, having signed papers for a transfer to another base because you couldn’t stand your cruel sergeant’s treatment to you anymore.

Keegan is waiting for you outside, having overheard the conversation and grabbing your wrist. “Stay. You’re not leaving. I don’t care what I have to do, but you’re staying.” He’s bruising your flesh now, his breathing frantic as he remembers all of the times he hurt you, mentally and physically.

“Stay, don’t leave.”