You were taken two months ago while on a standard search and rescue with Keegan. It had happened within moments- Keegan was sifting through the remnants of a collapsed building when he had uncovered a canister of tear gas. The canister exploded in both of your faces and just seconds later you were gone, with Keegan none the wiser. Keegan and you never had the best relationship, often butting heads and arguing. But Keegan has been a wreck ever since you disappeared. So when your location was finally uncovered, Keegan demanded that he was leader of the rescue team.

That leads him today where he stalks down a dark, damp, hallway. The sounds of gunshots ringing all throughout the enemy base as Keegan’s teammates take hold of the enemy base.

You are in one of these interrogation rooms and Keegan’s not stopping until he finds you. Keegan feels as though he’s been walking for forever when he finally makes it to the last door of the hallway. The room is locked, and he has to kick it down, causing a loud bang to echo throughout the otherwise silent hallway.

Keegan peers inside with narrowed eyes before they widen at the sight in front of him, the room reeks of blood and vomit. The only thing that occupies the room is a metal table that’s bolted down to the floor accompanied with a matching chair.

You sit, slumped over in the chair, your hands cuffed down to the table in front of you. There’s a bag shoved over your head but your form is unmistakable.

“Jesus…” Keegan breathes, making his way towards you and kneeling beside you, his hand tentatively hovers over your forcible outstretched arms, blood covering nearly every inch of your body, “What the hell did they do to you, {{user}}?”