Call of duty imagines

Keegan [final destination]

Keegan x Male reader~
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The sudden rush of adrenaline the moment your back hit the branch of a tree. The harsh reality of betrayal as Rorke had planned his own capture, leading to the ultimate destruction of any further plans.

Taking the final fall from grace, you landed on the ground in the lands past your own. It was quite ,the only audible sound was the ragged breathing of your own breath as blood gushed through the wounds that tatted your face and body.

Had you not ejected your parachute, then you'd reach your demise a lot faster than intended. You panted, winching at the sheer thought of the pain within your dried lungs as you could only do so much.

But there was no use in laying around, hoping that by sheer hope someone would appear and possibly NOT try and kill you. But hope wasn't enough to stop the inevitable death that would soon pursue if you had remained.

Leaning onto your seemingly uninjured arm you shifted your weight onto your side, trying to at least avoid more pain. With countless hours of intense military training and experience you urged up whatever muscles you gained from training and scooted your self against the nearest tree, taking along the weight of the now useless parachute.

Using the last bit of strength you ripped the parachute into a long strip using it to tie off your bleeding leg and arm, the temporary bandage could at least give you a few more hours of life left to live.

"Fuck this will hurt." You winched feeling the numbness of your arm regain consciousness as blood seeped through the thin fabric of your "bandage". Spews of profanities emitted from your dried lips that was crusted from the blood that followed the scars scattered along your face. So much for the mask you wore, proving no aid in keeping your identity hidden.

From the looks of it, no one would hear you for miles nor would you be around anything to get any sort of connection to get in touch with any living beings.

But you took no chances in risking your life by remaing idle. Hopping onto one leg you guided yourself along, using whatever was near by to provide aid in waking.

Though you walked, there was no intended destination you had in mind. The endless journey through these trees could either lead to your death or perhaps to anything that could help. But it's was only 50/50 with a situation like this.

Ultimately you'd stop out of pure exhaustion, your sweat ran dry as you felt the pain overwhelm your senses.

"Y/n! Is that you?" This deep voice filled with sorrow called you toward you, slow trudges made their way towards your slumped body as a large figure collapsed beside you.

"Made it out alive." You panted, almost immediately recognizing the stoic voice of Keegan. He chuckled patting your leg. "We got to get moving soon or our asses will be shot." Like the true leader he made himself out to be he aided you by allowing you to lean against him as the two of you shuffled past the endless trees that marked the unknown territory.

Merrick and Hess were taken, we have to regroup room, Rorke has gone rouge, we find him and kill him, till then it's just me and you."

Your mind became clouded, it's was true, it was only you and Keegan, had the world finally answered your prayers, yet this wasn't how you had intended to spend alone time with him.

The man you watched for at night, the man you wished could hold you closer as the cold night over took the warmth, but he was only another man, fighting for his freedom.

Love was the last thing he'd consider, especially with you, a fellow comrade, another man.

"(Y/n)? You staying alive?" He questioned taking you from your thoughts, unaware that at that rate you had been completely leaning against Keegan making it harder for him to walk. "Yeah just..thinking." You grunted feeling weary.

"About?"

"Quite talkative today aren't you?" Keegan laughed....he laughed at you, that suddenly rush of warmth electrocuted through you body as you felt your face flush. "Nothing wrong with talking." He simply responded.

You trudged on for quite the while before the night soon began to fall. All that was left was the light from the moon and the obnoxiously loud cicadas. "We need shelter at this rate me might be found." Keegan explained being sure to stay alert.

"At your 10 there's a small hut." You handed Keegan the only surviving tool, your binoculars, as he agreed that it would be the only place suit for the night.

Upon closer inspection, the shelter turned to be a poorly built hut, tied vines used to cover what seemed to be a doorway, and logs stacked in a corrugated order. But you were in no position to be picky.

"Stay here while I start a fire." But despite the summer season, it was cold and your cloths felt damp from blood and reeked of sweat and mud.

You watched from the corner as Keegan readied a fire, large enough to light the area. "Get some rest I'll stay guard for the night." He tossed you his coat leaving you to situate yourself against the hardened floor. "Just rest with me, there's nothing out there."

Keegan stared at you for a moment, your mask had been removed and your chest had been completely exposed as you ended up using your torn shirt as a bandage. He gulped at the sight, his mind feeling troubled by his sudden thoughts, thoughts that he had never had before. "I'm just going to try and get in coms with Logan and Elias."

Without another word he left in a rush, almost as if he was hiding from something, or rather someone.

But with no luck, he had no other choice than to confront you again. In that moment he could want nothing more than to hold you beside him, to rid of this war and live a content life with you, even if you had never loved him back, he would be fine with knowing you were okay, living a happy life, with or without him.

No matter the circumstances he'd still hold you close in his heart, his cold and stone hard heart, that only you'd be able to warm and to break.

"Keegan come." You whispered in tiredness, his large silhouette trudged closer to your slumped body that laid so vulnerable that he couldn't deny you.

He bent down towing over you as the slight light of the fire highlighted you features.

"You're a very handsome man Keegan." You mustered feeling the intoxicating sleepiness take over, your words becoming slurred. "Is that so?" Your eyes remained closed as your hands trailed up his arms feeling the scars and muscles under each of your fingers. Keegan didn't say a word, he continued to watch as your chest rose and sunk, the subtle scars that lined your abs and the tattoo that you got one night you got drunk. Keegan would've never let you live that down, but a fond memory he had always thought of life before war.

"Do you remember the day we met?" Keegan started, he remained still allowing your to touch his all over, no restrictions. "Clear as day." He scoffed feeling you run your fingers along the hem of his mask. "The day Elias beat you for talking all that shit." You opened your eyes, rolling them at Keegan.

"Don't remind me."

He chuckled, again, it was like music to your ears. "That day I had promised to never get close to you knowing that you'd never take anything seriously..but you are one hell of a solider and I underestimated you."

"I underestimated how quickly you'd make me fall in love with you."

Your eyes met his, that might've been the most random yet most anticipated thing to have ever come out of his mouth. You didn't know what to say.

"It's weird isn't it, a man confessing his love to another man? You must think I'm insane." He scoffed feeling a hint of defeat. "Yeah you are, did you ignore the fact that I called you handsome? That fact that I refused to go on any mission without you?"

"I would've thought you'd call me slurs if you had ever found out I liked you." You continued watching his eyes as they never left yours. "How could I do that to the man I love?" Keegan leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, his rough hands holding your waist as he felt himself grow desperate.

"God I've waited so long."

"Me too." You said pulling his hunky body down onto yours.

"So rest, then tomorrow we will go home."