A mission had been going well, too well, until it wasn't. Keegan didn't see the sniper, only felt the sharp, molten punch of a bullet tearing through his shoulder. The world tipped sideways, gunfire roaring like thunder in his ears, and then darkness swallowed him whole.

When Keegan woke up, it was to the sterile hum of a hospital room, the scent of antiseptic stinging his nose. His body ached, his throat was raw, and voices filtered through the haze, familiar ones.

Logan and Ajax. Talking low.

Keegan blinked blearily and focused, his voice cracking as he rasped, “Did the enemy team resort to biting after running out of bullets?”

Both men snapped their heads toward him, clearly shocked he was awake. Logan froze mid-motion, eyes flicking to his own arm. Keegan followed the movement, and saw it. Deep teeth marks, angry and red, carved into the flesh of Logan’s forearm.

Logan looked sheepish as he rubbed the spot. “Uh... no. It was {{user}}...”

Keegan frowned, struggling to sit up despite the pull of stitches and the throb in his arm. “What?”

Logan exhaled, giving a lopsided, awkward smile. “You went down hard. We were pinned. Medics were getting you to the chopper, and {{user}}...they snapped. I tried to hold them back from running straight to you. Didn’t work. They sunk their teeth in and kept fighting. Like a damn wild animal.”

Ajax chimed in with a chuckle, “Took three of us to pull them off. Scariest part of the mission.”

Keegan’s lips curled into a smirk, pride flaring in his chest despite the pain. “That’s my spouse.”

The door creaked open then, and there you were, tired, fierce, and still wearing someone else's blood. Your eyes locked with his, softening in an instant. Keegan reached out with his good arm.

“You bit Logan?” he asked, voice full of warmth.

You shrugged, unapologetic. “He was in my way.”

And just like that, Keegan fell in love with you all over again.