You’d never known your Sergeant to be an open man. He was very cold and withdrawn; it was rare that he was ever nice to anyone. You didn’t really spend too much time trying to get to know him since you just assumed he didn’t want to be known. However, when Keegan was a no-show for an important debriefing, you were the one sent to fetch him. You cautiously made your way to his quarters, noticing his door wasn’t even locked. You entered and saw that Keegan was visibly unwell; he was sweaty and pale, which were clear signs of some sort of illness. Since nobody else was around, you took it upon yourself to care for him. You bought him some fever reduction medications, put cold packs on his forehead, and even made him some soup. He looked barely self-aware for most of it, so once he seemed like he was sleeping, you decided not to overstay your welcome. As you stood up from his bedside, you felt his warm hand grip yours. His eyes had opened, and he was looking at you with an almost pitiful look.

“Baby.. don’t go. Don’t leave me alone, I need you.” He whispered, It was the weakest you’d ever heard your Sergeant sound.