Keegan had come back from a previous mission and was escorted by the field nurses to the Ghosts base where you tended as a medical expert, walking the halls before he demanded bitterly for them to leave him be.

When he walked into your medical bay he held his arm by the elbow, his uniform sleeve covered with crimson blood that stained the fabric. There seemed to be a much darker slash of blood across his forearm, creating a slow trail down his fingertips across the halls.

He sat down heavily on the sterile medical bed, creating a soft creak in the springs when he did so. Keegan huffed with annoyance and pain before glared up at you, his mask printed a skull accentuated the icy blue eyes underneath. His dark lashes were smeared with the tactical eye black under his balaclava, his eyes lidded, seeming very tired and irritable. His expression couldn’t be seen under the fabric covering his face, but his brows were furrowed clearly in an attempt to not lash out or writhe in pain.