Hesh Walker

tired.

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I wish i could hibernate like a bear.

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them as dads [requested!]

this has been like 2 months in my drafts💀

characters: Logan walker, David hesh walker, Keegan p. russ, Thomas A. merrick, Kick

notes: fluffy asf, you decide what is the gender of the baby, k/n refers to "kid name"

summary: They’ve survived war, impossible odds, and the weight of their pasts. But nothing could have prepared them for fatherhood.

They’ve faced life-or-death missions, impossible odds, and the weight of war. But nothing—nothing—could have prepared them for this moment, no this is not a new level this is a new life for them.

ok but before we start you gotta choose your baby a boy or a girl!😍

Logan walker:

Before the baby was born, he was nervous. Didn’t think he’d be a good dad. But the second he held them? Game over.

The first time he holds your newborn, he just stares for a long time, completely still. He’s never been one to show big emotions, but his eyes say everything—pure love, He was afraid to lift them up a bit to his lips and peck their forehead :(

He gets up for late-night feedings without a word. One night, you wake up and find him in the rocking chair, gently swaying with the baby on his chest, "You can put them back in the crib, babe." you said Resting your hand on his shoulder which he shrugged with a smile "They’re fine here." (Translation: I don’t want to move them.)

Whenever the baby grabs his finger in their tiny hands, he just stares at them in awe, as if he still can’t believe they’re real.

The baby loves the sound of his heartbeat. Anytime they’re fussy, he just lays them on his chest, and boom—instant calm.

He may not be the most expressive, but if he ever catches you and the baby sleeping together, he just watches for a moment, quietly smiling to himself, thinking how he got here.

His kid starts crying, and Logan, despite being tired, doesn't hesitate. He picks them up carefully, rocking them slowly back and forth.

“Hey, it’s okay. Dad’s here…”

There’s something about holding his baby that makes the world feel quieter. It's the kind of calm Logan has rarely experienced in his life.

Feeding Time: Logan’s the type to make sure everything is perfect when it’s time for a meal. He’s the dad who prepares the food and is very particular about making sure the spoon isn’t too hot.

Logan’s Thought “I’m not sure if I’m doing this right. Why does this seem so complicated?”

You’re both sitting on the couch, and Logan is holding the baby bottle with one hand, awkwardly trying to get your little one to latch on. He’s focused, quiet, but there’s a softness in his eyes.

Logan: “You’re safe. Everything’s good. Just eat, little one.”

You smile softly from the side, watching as Logan’s usual stoic expression softens when the baby starts drinking. His hands are careful, his movements slow and gentle.

Smilingsoftly to you “I never thought I’d be doing this.”

You laugh quietly. “You’re doing great.”

with a small smirk “Yeah, well, I’ve got a lot to learn.”

Teaching to Talk:

You and Logan are sitting on the floor with the baby in front of you both. They’re about six months old, staring at your lips as you encourage them to say their first words.

Logan has a faint smile on his face as he watches the baby’s little hands reach for your lips.

With patient “Say ‘mama.’ Can you say ‘mama’?”The baby coos and gurgles, but no words.

Logan watches, nodding in agreement.

Then the gentle tone of logan “Come on, kid. You can do it. Say ‘dada.’” The baby makes a tiny noise, which could almost be construed as ‘dada.’ Logan looks over at you, grinning.

“Dada. That’s my boy/girl.” him saying proudly.

“It’s hard to believe they’re growing up this fast.”

The baby is starting to take their first steps, and you and Logan are ready for it. He watches intently, waiting to catch them if they stumble.

You with excited tone “Come on, sweetie! You’ve got this.”

Logan gently sets the baby on their feet, keeping a steady hand just in case. The baby takes a shaky step, then another. Logan grins.

Logan encouraging his little one “Good job, kiddo. Keep going. Just like that.”

You’re both so proud, and Logan’s eyes soften with that familiar protectiveness.

He muttered quietly to you “They’re already making progress. It feels like just yesterday they were in my arms so small.”

He’s not a man of many words, but his actions speak louder than anything.

You catch him lying on the couch, your toddler sprawled across his chest, both of them fast asleep. He stirs a little when you take a picture but doesn’t wake up.

He loves watching you and your child interact. There’s a quiet fondness in his eyes whenever he sees you both laughing together.

Logan isn’t the loud, over-the-top dad—he’s the one who’s always there. Present, patient, protective in ways that don’t always need words.

When his toddler wakes up crying at night, Logan doesn’t rush—he just picks them up, rubs their back, and hums softly until they calm down.

Has a habit of resting his chin on top of his kid’s head when he hugs them. It’s a subtle, grounding thing for him.

His toddler steals his mask and waddles around in it, dragging his vest behind them.

“Look, Daddy! I’m you!”

Logan just smirks, ruffles their hair, and mutters, “Not yet, kid.”

The quiet but super protective dad.

Probably the "cool" parent who lets his kids stay up a little longer if they beg enough.

If his kid gets scared at night, he doesn’t say much—just picks them up and lets them sleep on his chest.

David "hesh" walker:

He was already excited. that's it.

The first time he holds the baby, he grins so hard it looks like his face might break. "hey Look at them!" He said with his warm, dripping tone looking at them PROUDLY, "Who ever thought..."

He insists on “introducing” the baby to everything in the house, Hesh, holding the baby up like Simba“And this... is the couch. You’re gonna spit up on it a lot.” You lost your heart already at this sight "Oh my god david not like this!!"

Hesh is the kind of dad who’ll talk to his baby like they’re already understanding him, often teasing them in a playful way.

That's why his baby start talking early and understanding cuz hesh is talking to them like normal human.

He talks to them as if they understand every word. “You’re a good kid. I promise, I’ll be here when you need me.”

Sometimes, when the baby cries and you’re exhausted, he gets in with his smile a proud one, acting like a hero who will solve problems—“Don’t worry, I got this.” while holding your shoulder, then proceeds to rock them while pacing around the room, yep. he needs your help.

Whenever the baby falls asleep in his arms, he refuses to move. “I don’t care if my arm falls off, I’m not waking them up!.”

He can't help but wondering if he do what elias used to do with him and logan from raising and taking care of.

Feeding Time: Hesh has absolutely no chill when it comes to feeding. He tries to get the baby to eat everything, like he was crushing the cookies and put them in a spoon like a cereal because why not.

You’re both in the kitchen, and Hesh is trying to feed the baby their first solid food. He’s a little nervous but tries to hide it.

“C’mon, little one, let’s get some food in you. You gotta grow big and strong like your old man.”

The baby makes a funny face, unsure of the new taste, but Hesh is laughing.

“Yeah, I know. It’s a bit weird at first, but you’ll get used to it.”

You stand beside him, holding the baby’s bib in place.

“I think you’re doing just fine.”

“Better than I expected, that’s for sure.”

Teaching to Talk: When the baby starts saying their first words, Hesh loves it. Every new word is a reason for a celebration.

You and Hesh are sitting on the floor, the baby in front of you both. Hesh is trying to get the baby to say their first word, clearly determined to be “dada.”

Hesh being the cheerleader “Say ‘dada,’ come on, you can do it.”

The baby babbles, but no word comes out. Hesh smiles, patient.

“It’ll come, don’t worry. First word’s gotta be ‘dada.’”

You chuckled at him “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

Hesh with a faint smile “Alright, we’ll see who they say first.”

You and Hesh are in the living room, baby on the floor, trying to get them to walk. Hesh gently places his hands under the baby’s arms and lifts them to their feet.

The baby stumbles but starts taking a few shaky steps toward you. Hesh watches in awe.

And he was so damn proud about it“That’s my kid. You got it.”

“They’re definitely taking after you.”Hesh smiles and chuckles softly.

“Let’s hope they don’t end up as clumsy as me.” way to go hesh...

Hesh is the “fun dad”—the one who hypes up his kid like they’re a superstar.

Every little thing they do? He’s cheering for them so softly and warming it's like he showed the most deserved man to be a dad. "hey look at that throw! that's my kid!"

Discipline? Struggles with it because he hates seeing his kid upset, but he’s firm when needed.

If his kid ever has a bad day, he immediately finds a way to cheer them up—ice cream, movie night, or just roughhousing in the backyard.

Protective? Absolutely. If anyone messes with his kid? That Walker temper shows real fast.

He tries to teach his kid how to trash talk during a game.

“Okay, k/n, say this—‘Nice try, better luck next time!’”

Later, his toddler absolutely DESTROYS another kid in a game and yells, “YOU SUCK, GET BETTER!”

“NONONO—THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT.”

Then he keeps tricking the baby not to say any bad words in front of you

The fun and affectionate dad

He’s the dad who calls out, “Where’s my little champ?!” when he comes home, just to hear the sound of tiny feet running toward him.

Keegan p. russ:

u i a io ui ii io (srry just preparing)

The moment he holds the baby, he freezes. He’s seen combat, survived impossible missions—but this tiny, fragile little human? Terrifying.

How do I even do this? He’s more comfortable with missions, with strategy—but a tiny human?

He holds the baby awkwardly at first, but once they latch onto his finger, he feels an overwhelming rush of emotion.

He’s super careful with them, holding them like they’re made of glass. “Are you sure I’m doing this right?”

The first time they grab his finger, his breath catches in his throat. He doesn’t say anything, but later, you find him staring at his hand, like he’s still processing it.

When he thinks no one’s watching, he talks to them in the softest voice. “You got your mom’s nose, huh? Lucky you.”

You catch him pacing the room at 3 AM, whispering to the baby while rocking them. “You really don’t need to cry this much, y’know?” In the most soothing way ever.

The first time your kid falls asleep on his lap, he doesn’t move for two hours. You find him just sitting there, hand resting gently on their back.

Feeding Time: Keegan is super chill about feeding, but he’s the first one to notice when the baby is definitely not eating, he once decided to let you asleep and takes the responsibility to feed the baby.

“Did you feed them yet?” you entering the kitchen to find keegan has already finished

Him sitting on a chait arms on his chest eyes closed“Yeah, but they just threw it on the floor. Like I said, it’s not my problem.” yep it is not his problem to clean the floor.

He’ll sit down, grab the baby’s hand gently, and show them how to hold the spoon properly, though he’s secretly a little proud of how fast they’re learning.

He grins at the baby “Yeah, you’re gonna be a pro at this in no time. Just don’t use the floor as your plate, alright?”

Teaching to Talk: Keegan doesn’t push the baby too hard, but he’s got his moments when he tries to teach them.

You and Keegan are sitting on the floor with the baby, encouraging them to say their first words. Keegan keeps repeating "dada," trying to get them to say it.

“C’mon, say ‘dada.’ You can do it.”

The baby coos, but no word yet. Keegan patiently tries again.

“Say ‘dada,’ kid. It’s easy.”

You watch him with a soft smile, noticing how calm he is with the baby.

The baby’s trying to stand, and Keegan’s holding their hands, guiding them. He’s firm but gentle, watching every little move.

“Alright, you got this. Just take a step.”

The baby stumbles, but Keegan catches them immediately. He grins, a little proud of the first attempt.

“Hey, no rush. You’ll get it. Just take your time.”

You catch him later in the corner of the room, quietly cheering them on as they take their first steps towards him. “That’s my kid.” lifting them up and giving them a soft kiss on the cheek

Keegan never thought he’d be a dad. The idea terrified him.

But the first time he holds his baby? That’s it. He’s gone. They’re his entire world.

Tries to be the “cool, quiet” dad, but his kid completely shatters that image. They tug on his sleeves, climb on him, and drag him into their little adventures.

Affection? He’s not the best with words, but he shows love through actions—fixing broken toys, remembering small details, being the first one awake to comfort them after a nightmare.

Yeah like this man won't sleep the minute the kis sleeps no, He will wait like 2 or 3 hours like in case they wake up or something.

Discipline? His kid rarely misbehaves because Keegan’s quiet disappointment is worse than any punishment.

Secretly loves it when his kid falls asleep on him. Won’t move for hours if it means they stay comfortable.

“Daddy, can you braid my hair?” (if the kid is a girl)

“I don’t know how.”

Cue Keegan watching hair-braiding tutorials at 2 AM.

When your kid is scared, he doesn’t baby them but reassures them calmly. “Nothing’s gonna get you. I’m right here.” It always works.

If his kid is climbing something? Keegan is already behind them, hands out, ready to catch them.

If they look sad? He just hands them their favorite snack or cookies that you told not to eat after dinner he just want the kid to pass this.

Teaches them how to be quiet but dangerous.“Dad, I snuck up on you!”

Keegan, who knew they were there the whole time watching TV “Yeah. Sure you did.”

Awkward with affection. But his kid doesn’t care—they just climb into his lap, hug him, and refuse to let go.He sighs like he’s annoyed, but he’s not. Not even a little.

If His kid is too much like him, like being quite and never says anything

"Talk to me, kid."

"I'm fine, dad."

"...Damn it." turn his head, thinking this is a curse for his kid to be so silent about his problems like him.

Thomas A. merrick:

The second he holds them, he just exhales slowly, and you can tell he’s completely smitten.

Quietly devoted, strong, and calm. Merrick is the kind of dad who can be serious and focused but always has a gentle, protective side when it comes to his baby.

He’s a man of action, but when the baby is placed in his arms, it’s the one thing that makes him stop and reflect.

the baby gets fussy, he hums—deep, soothing tones that somehow work like magic.He’s super patient with late-night wake-ups. If you’re exhausted, he tells you, “Go back to sleep. I got ‘em.” when he’s holding them, he just looks at you and shakes his head with a smile. “We made a good one.”

Loves doing skin-to-skin contact, just resting the baby on his chest while he leans back on the couch. They always fall asleep that way.

Merrick wakes up early, always making sure to prepare the baby’s things before he go to work. He’s very organized, almost too much at times. But he’ll never complain about the work—it’s just part of his commitment to his family.

Lowkey has a soft spot for baby giggles. The second they start laughing, he’s doing whatever it takes to keep them going.

Feeding Time: Merrick’s the dad who always has a backup plan for everything, and feeding is no different. He’ll get the baby to try new foods—anything to expand their palate.

“Come on, just one bite. You’re gonna love it.”

“I don’t think they’ll like that.”

“Watch me. They just don’t know it yet.”

The baby eats the food with minimal protest.

You impressed raising your both hands in kind of giving up: “Okay, maybe you were right.”

Smirking “I know what I’m doing baby.”

Teaching to Talk:

He might not be the most talkative when it comes to baby talk, but there’s something about him holding his baby that feels solid, reassuring. Merrick is very methodical when teaching the baby to speak. He’s patient and will repeat words several times.

Repeating “dada” in a quiet, patient voice. He’s not one for a lot of baby talk, but he’s genuinely trying to help the baby learn.

“Say ‘dada.’ You can do it.”

The baby responds with some babbling, but no words yet.

“That’s alright. You’ll get it.”

Merrick is super strong, so when he holds the baby, it’s like the safest place in the world. You’ll sometimes catch him gently swaying as if he’s thinking, even though the baby is happily asleep in his arms.

If your child gets hurt, he goes into full military medic mode. “It’s just a scratch, but we’re gonna clean it up properly. Hold still.”

The type to instinctively catch his kid if they trip—even if he’s across the room

“How did you do that?”

shrugs “Reflex.”

Merrick was born to be a dad. Calm, wise, Tough and just has his life together.

The most prepared father ever. Has the diaper bag fully stocked, extra blankets on hand, and somehow already knows how to swaddle perfectly.

Secretly super soft when it comes to you. He gives your child little forehead kisses, but when you tease him about it, he just grumbles, “Don’t start.”

The ultimate “dad mode” parent—commands respect but is also super caring.

Would absolutely destroy anyone who hurts his child, no hesitation.

His presence alone is comforting—his kid always runs to him.

Encouraging but firm. Pushes his kid to be their best, but never pressures them.

The type of dad who teaches them life skills early—how to tie knots, how to fix things, how to navigate. (ofc he won't force them)

Biggest cheerleader. If his kid ever doubts themselves, Merrick reminds them exactly what they’re capable of.

His kid tries to get away with swearing.

Merrick just stares at them not in a scary way or something“You wanna try that again kiddo?”

Instant regret. “Uh… fudge?”

“That’s what I thought.”

once when he tried to leave for his work when he gave the baby a kiss on his head then walking to the door, but that stopped when the baby start fussing about him slightly disappear behind the door.

merrick not wasting any time closing the door and getting back to the place "nevermind I will retire".

His kid is fascinated by his war stories, but he makes sure they know the difference between reality and fiction.

He lets them make mistakes, but he’s always there to guide them back.

Merrick is the dad that everyone wishes they had (yeah im running out of ideas).

Kick:

It happened before mirrage like 3 or 4 being lovely partners and no one even had the thought about it

but it happened XD

Acts like he’s totally cool about being a dad, but the second he holds the baby, he’s done for. You find him staring at them, just completely fascinated, You shrugged, find him staring at them, just completely Lost.“You okay?” he didn't even lift his head to look at you “They’re just... really small.”

When the baby gets a little older, Kick’s all in with the physical play. He’s the dad who will “pretend” to be a superhero and will throw them up in the air (safe and sound, of course!) just to hear them giggle.

"OH MY GOD KICK??" ofc you had heart attack.

“Don’t worry, they’re in safe hands. Daddy’s got them.” him smirking at you while the baby is almost done from giggling.

He’s so hands-on, so engaged, that you have to remind him to give the baby some space to crawl on their own.

Feeding Time: Kick acts like it’s no big deal, but he’s definitely the one to crack jokes to get the baby to eat.

You sighing but trying to keep the smile on your face for tricking the baby into eating “Come on, just eat your veggies.”

Kick holding up a spoon to them“Oh, you don’t like broccoli? Shocking kiddo.”

Baby looking at the broccoli turning his face away not wanting to eat

“Wait, how did I know that was coming?”

“Oh my god kick you're not helping!”

Teaching to Talk: Kick is so sarcastic about it. The first time the baby says a word, he acts like it’s the most monumental thing in the world.

Kick is trying to teach the baby to say “dada” first, but his approach is playful and silly.

“C’mon, kiddo, say ‘dada.’ I’m right here.”

The baby giggles at his antics, but no word just yet.

“You’ll be saying it in no time. You can’t resist this face.” Kick said as he point at his face with his two index fingers.

Baby saying “no” for the first time “No!”

Kick deadpan“Well, that’s just rude.”

When the baby’s old enough to squirm and wiggle, Kick just watches in amusement.

You looking at how your kiddo has grown up “I don’t think they want to sit still.”

Kick shaking his head with a chuckle“It’s a phase. But if I try to hold them still, they’ll just squirm out of my grip and think it’s hilarious.”

"yeah sounds like you" giving him a wink, which led him to give you a half gazed eyes

The chill but sarcastic dad.

Has an “if it ain’t life-threatening, you’ll be fine” parenting style.

The definition of unbothered but somehow always has things under control.

He has this natural Dad Reflex. One time, your kid spills something, and without looking up, he just reaches over and catches the cup mid-air.

you catch him adjusting your kid’s blanket at night, read stories and he gets into them so much. especially when he gets to a plot part "christ??" Him eyes widened at the kids stories

You and Kick argue playfully about who’s the favorite parent.

“They like me more.”

“No shot. I’m the fun one.”

Your child chooses the dog instead.

You find him napping on the couch, your kid curled up beside him, using his arm as a pillow.

He doesn’t even wake up—just shifts slightly to pull them closer.

Changes diapers with zero complaints, but absolutely roasts the baby while doing it.

“Man, how did something this tiny make this much of a mess?”

When the baby cries, he picks them up, holds them against his chest, and just walks around the house, murmuring “Shh, Daddy's got you.”

He acts chill about it, but if someone else in the family gathering or a party is holding the baby for too long, he’s suddenly right there. “Yeah, okay, hand ‘em back now.”

He loves laying the baby on his chest and pretending to be asleep just so they fall asleep too.

The laid-back dad who somehow always knows what’s going on.

His kid thinks they’re being sneaky? Nope. Kick already knows.

“Nice try, kid. I did the same thing when I was your age.” ahh dad type

Kick is unbothered. His kid is climbing the furniture? He waits to see if they’ll figure it out themselves before stepping in. (but ofc he will be some kind close to them).

The “cool” dad who lets his kid do fun stuff, but only if they do it right.

“Wanna learn how to fight? Cool. But you’re learning proper form first.”

His kid tries to trick him with a fake injury.

Kick just stares at them with a smile. "Nice acting. You want an Oscar for that?"

“Ugh, fine, I’m not hurt.”

“Yeah, thought so.”

His kid tries to trick him into letting them stay up late.

A lot of "Nice try" words

"Mom just told me I could!"

Kick, without looking up "Nice try she’s asleep."

Somehow always knows when they’re lying."Did you break this?"

"No?"

"Alright..." he said with a smile "well guess I will get back to the records of my secret cameras"

"OKAY OKAY I DID THIS"

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Bored so wanna describe cod ghosts characters stans! IN MY OPINION AND VISION!

Logan walker stans:

Funny asf.

Post brain rot memes (hmu logan stans😔).

Probably relate to Logan’s quiet yet loyal nature a little too much.

Defend logan, like they will argue with anyone who disrespect logan.

Yapp and speak what is in their mind even if means fighting society.

"I can fix him"

Sucker for brotherhood The Hesh & Logan sibling dynamic is their favorite thing ever.

Hesh walker stans:

Golden Retriever Boyfriend Seekers, They love an extroverted, funny, protective guy.

Either have big brother or wanna a big brother like hesh

Biggest delulu minders (after keegan stans ofc)

Talkactive

They love to banter and never shut up.

They love the strong sibling bond between him and Logan, and will defend it with their life.

Some of em Will argue he’s the better Walker brother.

"He doesn't deserve this"

Some of em think elias not caring abt him

Keegan russ stans:

A cold, careless man barely speak they're obsessed.

“He’s So Babygirl” A grown ass man.

Love Keegan for his mask, quiet voice, and intimidating aura, but also think he’s secretly soft.

Love that Keegan is a stealth expert and probably smells like gunpowder and pine.

Hear his voice lines at 3 AM.

Put him in mw2 timeline what im playing lol

They would let Keegan ruin their life, no hesitation.

Think he is a green card.

Elias walker stans:

DILF Appreciators– You know why they’re here (and it’s not just because he’s a good leader).

No shame in loving a rugged, experienced leader with dad energy.

Admire Elias for being a great father, a skilled soldier, and a natural leader.

Yeah yeah they will defend anyone says otherwise.

Surprisingly they have no problems with rorke.

Want a whole game or DLC about young Elias and early Ghosts.

Love the fact that he raised two men to be ghosts.

Gabriel rorke stans:

The villians lovers ofc.

I Never understood them tbh

Half of them think elias is already wrong let go of him and half of them liking the fact that he is a vendetta character

Not even sorry about him kidanpped logan.

Also half of them like elias.

Love his accent, and the way he talk.

Think he deserves better.

Thomas merrick:

Love Merrick because he gives off strict but protective vibes.

Enjoys characters who take charge and don’t tolerate nonsense.

50% because of his voice.

They love leadership roles and high respect characters.

Less unhinged, but still down bad.

Kick stans:

There aren’t many of them

Love Kick because he’s tactical, no-nonsense, and cool under pressure.

Loves Underrated Characters – Enjoys the fact that Kick is in the background but still awesome.

Organized people idk.

The "Why Does No One Talk About Him?" Crew – They feel personally responsible for making sure Kick gets love.

“The main guys are cool, but this guy? Criminally underrated.”

Probably Read the Campaign Novelization – Just to find extra Kick content.

Ajax stans:

They are less than kick stans

Still mad that Ajax didn’t get enough screen time.

Love the characters who deserved more but got done dirty.

Have read or written fics where Ajax survives and thrives.

They are also keegan stans?

Riley stans:

The goats.

period.

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Reference for artists. draw logan hugging hesh from the last mission scene cuz he knows something will happen, you will do it? thank you.

art belongs to the artists!

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Relationship Alphabet series with Cod ghosts!

Keegan Russ

✧ Pairing: Romantic. ✧ Genre: Fluff.

✧ Warnings: Light NSFW, and mention of NSFW content MDNI.

A – Affection

Keegan isn’t one for public displays of affection, but in private, he’s a different man. His affection is quiet but meaningful, shown through small gestures like brushing his fingers against yours when no one’s looking or a firm hand on your lower back when walking together, Love it when you sit on his lap, doing nothing but resting his head on ur back after a long day.

He expresses love through acts of service—bringing you coffee/drink/tea just the way you like it, pulling you closer under the covers at night, or standing protectively between you and a potential threat.

Light NSFW: In intimacy, Keegan’s affection is intense but controlled. His kisses are slow and deep, his hands firm yet careful as they explore your body. He won’t say much, but the way he moves, the way he holds you, makes it undeniably clear how much he cares.

"You feel so good." His voice is husky, lips trailing over your Skin, taking his time with every touch.

B – Boundaries

Keegan is big on boundaries, both his own and yours. He values personal space and isn’t the type to be overly clingy. If you need time alone, he gets it. If he needs a moment to clear his head, he expects the same in return.

He’s also protective of you but never possessive. He trusts you completely and won’t ever try to control you. However, if he senses something or someone is dangerous, expect him to step in with a silent but deadly presence.

Light NSFW: In the bedroom, Keegan respects boundaries immensely. He’s a careful, attentive lover, always making sure you’re comfortable. He won’t push you into anything you’re unsure of and expects the same respect in return.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart and I’ll give it to you."

C – Communication

Keegan isn’t a man of many words, but when he does speak, he means every word. He’s a good listener and pays attention to the little details. He may not always say “I love you”, but he shows it in ways that speak louder than words.

If something’s bothering him, he won’t shut you out completely, but he’ll take time to process before opening up. He prefers to talk when things calm down, rather than in the heat of the moment.

"I’m not ignoring you. Just... give me a minute."

Light NSFW: Keegan is into talking dirty—he prefers low whispers against your ear, deep breaths, and the occasional groan that tells you everything you need to know. But if you push him, he’ll break, and when he does, his words come out rough and raw, he just has no idea what you are doing to him.

D – Devotion

If Keegan loves you, it’s for life. His devotion isn’t flashy—it’s steady, unwavering, and unshakable. He won’t fall in love easily, but once he does, he’s all in. No hesitation.

He’ll always have your back, no matter what. If you’re in trouble, he’ll drop everything to be there. And if someone hurts you? They’ll have to deal with Keegan Russ in full Ghost mode, and trust me—that’s not a good thing.

Light NSFW: In intimacy, his devotion translates into attention to detail. He’s focused on you—your sounds, your breathing, every movement. He takes his time, making sure every touch, every moment, is memorable.

E – Empathy

Keegan might seem cold and distant, but he’s surprisingly intuitive when it comes to your emotions. He notices the small things—the way your breathing changes, the tension in your shoulders, the subtle way your voice wavers.

He doesn’t push you to talk, but he lets you know he’s there. If you need comfort, he’ll silently pull you into a hug or sit beside you in quiet understanding.

"I don’t know what to say love... but I’m here. That’s not changing."

Light NSFW: Keegan’s empathy extends to intimacy as well. He’s a patient, observant lover, ensuring that he’s not just taking, but giving just as much. He’s aware of what you need and won’t stop until he knows you’re completely satisfied.

"Relax. Let me get it done."

F – Forgiveness

Keegan doesn’t hold grudges, he’s so quick to forgive either, It's like yall get into argument then him out of nowhere after hours come back and talk to you like nothing happened. he just doesn't care about these small issues, he lets them slide easily. But if you break his trust? That’s another story.

It takes time for him to fully forgive, but if he sees genuine effort, he will try. However, if someone betrays him beyond repair, they’re dead to him—simple as that.

"I won’t pretend it didn’t happen, kid."

Light NSFW: In intimacy, if there’s ever a misunderstanding or tension, Keegan prefers to work through it slowly he is a controlled man. He’s not one to jump right into bed after an argument—he needs to feel connected again before anything physical happens, but he couldn't help it with the way his body rise up with heated feelings.

G – Growth

Keegan doesn’t just stay the same—he evolves, and he expects the same from his partner. He’s not afraid of change, but he values stability.

At the beginning of the relationship, he’s reserved and keeps his emotions close to his chest, but over time, he starts letting you in, showing you parts of himself no one else gets to see.

If you're struggling with something, he won’t fix it for you, but he’ll push you to be stronger. He doesn’t coddle—he believes in you too much for that, he believes he should get a strong partner in his life.

Light NSFW: In intimacy, Keegan learns your body over time. Every experience with him is better than the last because he takes note of what makes you shiver, gasp, melt—and he uses it against you.

"You like that, don’t you? Thought so."

H – Honesty

Keegan is brutally honest— yeah with everyone around sometimes too much. but with his beloved partner, If you ask him for his opinion, be ready for the truth, because he won’t sugarcoat it.

He doesn’t believe in mind games or passive aggression. If something’s wrong, he’ll say it outright. If you mess up, he’ll call you out but teasing for to get a madness from you, and he expects you to do the same for him, and honestly he is all for someone honest with him.

Light NSFW: Keegan is into the-top dirty talk, and when he does speak, it’s low, direct, and intense—his honesty carries into the bedroom, and when if you ever do the same with him, He is all down bad for it, he already lost and forgot what he wanted to do with you.

"Damn love, who taught you how to talk like that?" Yes he needs to know the secret.

I – Intimacy

Keegan’s version of intimacy isn’t just physical—it’s trust, understanding, and the feeling of home.

Physical intimacy with him is slow and intense—he’s the type to take his time, memorize every part of you, and make sure you feel everything. But emotional intimacy? That’s something he guards fiercely.

"You’re the only one I let this close. Don’t think I don’t know how much that means."

He’ll let you in bit by bit, sharing the past he rarely speaks about, the fears he never voices. And when he finally does? That’s when you know he’s all in.

Light NSFW: Keegan is all about connection—he wants to feel you, not just physically, but emotionally. He’s focused, intense, and unrelenting when it comes to pleasure.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart."

J – Joy

Keegan’s sense of joy is subtle but real. He’s not loud or dramatic about it, but when he’s happy, you can see it in his eyes, the way the corners of his mouth twitch when you tease him, the rare smirk he gives when he’s feeling particularly amused.

He enjoys simple things—a night drive with you [be safe✌🏻], the sound of rain on the roof, the peace that comes with just existing together.

He’s got a dry, deadpan sense of humor, so if you can match that? You’ll have him hooked.

"You really think that’s funny?" He says with a completely straight face... before finally breaking into a small chuckle.

Light NSFW: Keegan might not laugh during intimacy, but he loves seeing you flustered. If teasing you makes you squirm? He’ll absolutely do it.

"Look at you. So desperate already?"

K – Kindness

Keegan isn’t soft, but he’s good. His kindness is quiet, strong, and unwavering.

He won’t baby you, but he’ll always have your back. If you're having a bad day, he won’t say much—instead, he'll bring you coffee/tea/drink, sit next to you in silence, or press a warm, reassuring kiss to your temple.

He’s gentle in his own way—steady hands on your waist, the way he pulls you close in his sleep, the way he waits for you when you need time to process your emotions.

Light NSFW: Keegan is gentle yet firm in intimacy—his kindness shows in the way he takes his time, making sure you feel safe and wanted.

"I’ve got you. Just let go."

L – Love

Keegan doesn’t fall easily, but when he does, it’s permanent. His love is deep, unwavering, and incredibly strong—a pillar you can always lean on.

He won’t be overly romantic, but you’ll feel it in every touch, every glance, every quiet act of devotion. He’s the type to stay up watching you sleep after a nightmare, to hold your hand out of nowhere and give it a kiss, to kiss you slow and deep like it’s the last time, every time.

"Christ, got any idea how much you mean to me?"

And when he finally says “I love you”? You know it’s real, because he doesn’t throw those words around lightly.

Light NSFW: When Keegan loves, he makes sure you know it—with his hands, his lips, his body, his everything.

M – Memories

Keegan holds onto memories tightly, even if he doesn’t talk about them much. His mind is like a vault, storing every little moment with you—whether it’s the way you laugh, how you take yourself always, or the exact tone of your voice when you tease him.

He isn’t the type to take constant pictures, but he keeps small mementos—your handwriting on a sticky note, a pressed flower from a trip you took together, even a stupid inside joke scrawled on a bar napkin.

If you ever doubt if he cherishes your time together, just know: he does. He always does.

N – Nurturing

Keegan isn’t openly coddling, but his way of nurturing comes through in protective instincts and subtle care. If you’re sick, he won’t smother you, but you’ll suddenly find water, medicine, and a warm blanket within reach. If you’re exhausted, he’ll just tug you into his arms and let you rest against him without saying a word.

"Go to sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up."

And if you ever break down, he won’t ask questions. He’ll just pull you close, hand steady on your back, heartbeat solid against your ear.

"I got you."

O – Openness

Keegan isn’t naturally open, and that’s the hardest part of being with him. At first, he bottles everything up—he thinks his burdens are his alone to carry.

But over time, he learns that being open with you doesn’t make him "weak". It’s not easy for him, but if you patiently wait, you’ll see him start to unravel in small ways—a hand gripping yours a little tighter, a quiet admission at 2 AM when the world is still.

When he finally trusts you enough to let you in, that’s when you know he’s truly yours.

P – Patience

Keegan is stoic, disciplined, and controlled, but when it comes to you? His patience is infinite.

Whether it’s helping you through something difficult, waiting for you to open up, or calming you down after a bad day, he never rushes you.

"Take your time. I’m not going anywhere."

And if you’re stubborn or having an off day, he doesn’t push. He just stays close, offering his silent presence until you’re ready.

Light NSFW: His patience extends to the bedroom, too. He’s the type to drag things out, savoring every reaction, making sure you feel everything.

"I can do this all night."

Q – Quality Time

Keegan doesn’t care for fancy dates or extravagant plans— Yeah he will go with you for whenever you want but his idea of quality time is just being with you.

He loves the quiet moments—long drives at night, sitting on the rooftop watching the city lights, lying in bed with you, tracing circles on your back just going deep in his thoughts breathing in and out.

"You don’t have to do anything special. Just be here."

His love language is undistracted presence—when he’s with you, he’s fully with you. No phone, no distractions, just you and him, existing in the same space.

R – Respect

Keegan doesn’t take respect lightly. He won’t tolerate being disrespected, and he sure as hell won’t do it to you.

He values your opinions, your choices, your independence. He’ll challenge you, push you to be better, but he’ll never undermine you.

"You’re strong. I knew that the first time I saw you."

If someone crosses the line with you? Keegan won’t lose his temper, but the danger in his eyes will say enough, He is already there throwing hands perhaps.

S – Support

Keegan isn’t the cheerleader type, but his support is unshakable.

If you have a goal? He’ll push you towards it. If you’re struggling? He’ll stand by your side. If you doubt yourself? He won’t even let you start to do it.

"Hey You’re more though than you think. I see it, even if you don’t."

His support isn’t loud—it’s steady. A reassuring touch on your back, a quiet “I believe in you,” a subtle nod when you need it most.

T – Trust

For Keegan, trust is earned, not given. It takes time, but once you have it, he’s all in.

He trusts you with his life, his emotions, his everything. But if you break that trust? It’s almost impossible to rebuild.

"If I trust you, it’s because you’ve won it. Don’t take that softly."

But when he loves you, he trusts you completely—his heart, his body, his soul. He lets himself be vulnerable in ways no one else sees.

Light NSFW: In intimacy, trust is everything to him. He wants to know that you trust him just as much as he trusts you, He trusts you enough that you saw beneath his clothes and the moments you share. together.

"Let go. I’ve got you."

U – Understanding

Keegan is a man of few words, but he understands you better than you might realize. He’s good at reading people, catching onto small details others overlook.

If you’re having a bad day, he won’t ask a million questions—he’ll just hand your favorite snacks, pull you into his arms, and let you breathe.

"You Gonna tell me what happened, love?."

He knows that sometimes, you need space. Other times, you need him to just be there. He never pressures you to talk but will always be ready to listen.

V – Vulnerability

This is the hardest thing for Keegan. He’s spent years keeping his emotions in check, believing that showing weakness could cost lives.

At first, he’s walled off, refusing to let you see the weight he carries. But as time goes on, you’ll see cracks in his armor—soft confessions at night, small glimpses of the man behind the soldier.

The first time he opens up to you, it’s raw and real—not dramatic, not forced, just genuine honesty. And after that? He’ll trust you with parts of himself he never shows anyone else.

W – Warmth

Keegan isn’t sunshine and rainbows, but his love is steady and strong. His warmth comes in silent gestures—a calloused hand brushing your cheek, an arm around your waist as you sleep, the way he always makes sure you’re safe.

"You cold? C’mere."

He isn’t cuddly in public, but behind closed doors, he’ll pull you into his lap, press a slow kiss to your temple, and let you melt into him.

Light NSFW:

He runs warm, and you’ll always notice it at night—his body heat wrapping around you, his breath against your ear as he holds you close.

"You feel good against me, sweetheart."

X – XO (Hugs & Kisses)

Keegan isn’t overly affectionate, but when he wants to touch you, he makes it count.

His hugs are rare but meaningful—a strong arm around your waist, a firm grip on your shoulder, a brief but lingering squeeze before he lets go.

"Goddamit, you mean everything to me."

His kisses are intense—slow, deep, and makeout sessions full of big passion. and for teasing? He’s the type to tilt your chin up, letting his lips brush over yours until you’re practically begging him to kiss you.

"You want more? Say it."'

Y – Yearning

Keegan isn’t the type to voice his longing outright, but you can see it in his eyes, in the way he watches you, in the tension in his shoulders when you’re apart.

If he is gone for a mission, he won’t spam your phone with messages—he’ll just send one text:

"Stay safe. will Come back to you."

When he misses you, you’ll feel it in the way he holds you after you return—his grip a little tighter, his voice softer, the way he just rests his forehead against yours in silence.

Light NSFW: When he’s been away too long? Expect his hands to be greedy, his lips demanding on yours, his voice low and rough in your ear.

"You have no idea how much I fucking missed you."

Z – Zeal

Keegan might seem quiet, but when he loves someone, he loves them with everything he has, And he is questioning himself how this happened or passed him.

He’s devoted, intense, and unwavering—his passion doesn’t burn bright and fleeting, it smolders like an ember, lasting forever.

"You were never a choice to me...I don't get on loveing that easy"

His zeal for you isn’t just in words, but in actions—how he watches your back, how he protects you, how he chooses you over and over again.

Light NSFW: When he’s focused on you, he’s all in. His passion isn’t rushed—it’s deliberate, consuming, leaving you breathless under his touch.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶

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Male teammate reader realizing that he is seeing elias as a father figure😔

When elias of course was caring but he saw that beneath his stoic personality

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶

Elias as a Stern but Caring Father Figure X Male Teammate Reader

Notes: getting shot, mention of the hollow feelings!

Elias Walker isn’t a man who gives out praise easily. He’s disciplined, tough, and expects nothing less than the best from his soldiers. But under that hardened exterior is a leader who truly looks out for his men, even if it means showing it in his own quiet, firm way.

Breaking Up a Fight

The tension in the squadroom was thick. You and another Ghost had been angry—something about conflicting orders, a missed extraction point, and heated words escalating into a full-blown argument. By the time Elias stepped in, you had your fists clenched, jaw tight, and were about to throw a punch.

Elias’ voice cut through the room like a gunshot.

"Enough! both of you!"

The entire squad went silent. Elias didn’t yell—he never needed to. His tone alone held weight, commanding immediate respect. He stepped between them, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made it clear he wasn’t playing around.

"You feel like fighting? You take it to the ring. But I better not catch my soldiers throwing punches like a couple of undisciplined rookies. Understood?"

“Tell me what happened.”

It was an order. But Elias wasn’t just here to discipline—he wanted to understand.

After you finished explaining, Elias studied you with that sharp, unreadable gaze. The other soldier just stared, silent, waiting. But Elias cut through the tension with a firm voice.

"You're frustrated. Good. That means you care. But losing your temper? That’s how you lose respect. Next time, think before you act like a meniac."

His words landed like a weight in the air—heavy, undeniable. Then, without another glance, he turned and left.

The soldier beside you muttered a curse and stalked off, but you stood frozen. Something inside you shifted, a flicker in your chest, like an ember catching flame.

Noticing Exhaustion

After days of relentless training, grueling missions, and barely any sleep, you were running on fumes. your movements were slower, your focus slightly off—things only a trained eye would notice. But Elias saw it.

During a weapons check, you fumbled with your rifle, dropping the magazine with a sharp clatter. The room went silent. cursed under your breath, bending down to grab it, but before you could, a pair of boots stopped right in front of you.

Elias.

He didn’t say anything right away. Just stared down at you, arms on his hips. The weight of that silence was almost worse than being yelled at.

"How many hours of sleep have you had?"

You hesitated. "Enough, sir."

Elias arched an eyebrow. "That so? Because last I checked, ‘enough’ doesn’t leave you this sloppy." He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I’m not running my people into the ground. You’re no good to me half-dead, so you’re taking the next twelve hours to get some damn rest. That’s an order."

You opened your mouth to protest "Sir" Elias cut you off. "Say one more word, and I’ll make it twenty-four. Now go."

It wasn’t kindness. It wasn’t pity. It was an order—one laced with a concern he’d never admit out loud.

The Realization:

It wasn’t an immediate thing—realizing that Elias was more than just a commanding person.

You had been under his leadership for years, and it had always been about discipline, orders, and the mission.

But somewhere along the way, those orders started sounding less like a commander barking at a subordinate and more like a father looking after his own.

It was in the way Elias noticed the little things—when you were exhausted, when you were unfocused, when you were pushing yourself too damn hard.

You had spent so long looking for approval, for recognition, and for a while, you thought Elias was just another hardass CO who expected perfection.

But Elias wasn’t just tough—he cared. Not in a soft way, not in a way that he would ever admit outright, but in the only way a hardened soldier knew how.

It wasn’t something you liked to admit—not even to yourself.

You never thought much about family. Not really. Life had been about survival, about moving forward, about being a soldier first and a person second. But sometimes… sometimes, that hollow feeling crept in when you least expected it.

Like now.

You sat a few feet away, absently cleaning your rifle, when you saw them—Elias and his sons, Logan and Hesh, talking like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You weren’t eavesdropping. Not really. But you couldn’t help listening.

"You two are getting sloppy," Elias muttered, arms crossed. "Hesh, your stance was too open. Logan, you hesitated at the last second."

The words were sharp, but there was something else beneath them—something steady, something certain. A father speaking to his sons, knowing they would listen and believed in them.

"C’mon, Dad, we still completed the drill," Hesh chuckled, a small, barely-there grin on his face.

Elias let out a short huff of laughter. "Barely."

Logan and Hesh kept talking, their words easy, their smiles unguarded. Elias listened, shaking his head but smiling all the same.

You exhaled slowly through your nose, pretending to focus on your rifle, but your fingers tightened around the weapon.

It was normal. Family banter. Criticism softened by familiarity. A father’s voice carrying weight but never pressing too hard.

It was natural.

And you felt like a stranger watching through a window.

You told yourself it was stupid.

You were part of the team. You had earned your place. Elias respected you. The others had your back.

But no matter how many times you drilled that into your skull, there were moments that made you feel like an outsider.

Like the way Hesh could roll his eyes when Elias reminded them that they only had each other—and still, Elias would stop, give him a look, half stern, half concerned, before offering a small, knowing smile. You had cursed Hesh and logan under your breath more than once, thinking how damn lucky they were to have a father like Elias.

Like the way Logan barely had to speak, yet Elias always understood him anyway.

And maybe that was what made the hollow feeling worse.

Because Elias was the closest thing you’d ever had to a father.

But he wasn’t even related to you.

Not Just Another Soldier

The mission was supposed to be clean—get in, secure intel, get out. But things went to hell fast. The enemy had been waiting, ambush set, gunfire tearing through the air before anyone had time to react properly.

You had been holding his ground, covering Keegan’s six when the pain hit. A sharp, burning agony ripping through your torso.

You barely had time to register the shot before You were on the ground.

“Y/N DOWN!”

Everything blurred. you could hear shouting, but it was distant—like you were sinking underwater. The weight of your gear suddenly felt suffocating.

And then—hands. Strong, steady, familiar hands pressing against your wound.

"Stay with me!" Elias’ voice sliced through the noise, commanding, but there was something buried beneath it—something raw. Something you’d never expected to hear from him.

Panic.

Elias Walker didn’t panic. Not in the field. Not in the face of death. Not ever.

Yet, his grip was relentless, pressing down on the wound with such force it almost felt like he was trying to hold you together. His hands, usually steady as stone, now trembled slightly, but his eyes never left yours.

"Merrick, Keegan—covering fire, now! We need an evac, ASAP!" His orders rang out, sharp and urgent, Now his gaze was fixed, locking onto you as though he could will you to stay conscious.

Around you, the world exploded in action—Merrick and Keegan firing, pushing the enemy back, their movements fluid and practiced. But Elias? He didn’t move. He stayed there, kneeling beside you, a sentinel, refusing to leave your side.

You tried to breathe, but it came out as a wet, broken gasp. The air burned, the pain almost too much to bear.

Shit.

It was bad.

Real bad.

You were fading fast, the edges of your vision slipping into darkness. Everything felt distant, like you were no longer fully part of the world around you.

Your fingers twitched weakly, reaching for Elias’ sleeve—not out of desperation, not out of fear. Just to hold on. To ground yourself in something.

Elias glanced down at you, his jaw tight, a muscle ticking beneath his skin. "Don’t you dare give up, son."

And just like that, the words spilled out.

"I see you as a father, Elias."

It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t some grand confession. It was just the truth—simple and undeniable. The truth you’d buried under years of discipline, of pushing forward, of convincing yourself it didn’t matter.

But it did.

And now, as blood pooled beneath you, as Elias held you together, keeping you tethered to life—those words broke free, and you couldn’t hold them back any longer.

Elias froze.

Elias’ grip on you tightened, his usually unreadable face cracking just slightly, betraying a flicker of something unspoken.

You coughed, the taste of iron thick on your tongue, but you kept going—because if you were going to die here, at least Elias would know.

"I never had one." Your voice was weak, barely audible over the chaos around you. "But you—you were the closest thing I ever had."

Elias’ throat worked, his chest rising with a breath he didn’t release, like he wanted to say something, anything—but nothing came out. His hands stayed firm, steady, holding you like you were the only thing left in the world.

For a moment, you thought you saw something in his eyes—something raw, something real, something that wasn’t meant to be there. But then—

Everything faded.

Darkness swallowed you whole.

Congratulations you are alive

The first thing you noticed was the silence.

No gunfire. No shouting. Just the soft, rhythmic beep of a heart monitor cutting through the still air. The faint, sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the room. Your body ached, a dull throb that reminded you of one undeniable truth:

You were alive.

With a groan, you forced your eyes open. The bright lights overhead pierced your senses, making you flinch. Your limbs felt heavy, leaden. But then, as you turned your head just enough, you saw him.

Elias.

He sat across the room, his posture rigid, arms crossed, his gaze locked on you the instant you moved.

Not just your CO. Not just your commander.

But your father figure.

A weak, dry chuckle escaped you. "Didn’t think I’d wake up."

Elias shook his head, his face still set in that familiar, unyielding sternness—but his eyes were different. There was something raw in them, something unguarded. "Neither did I."

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with unspoken meaning.

You licked your dry lips, the words escaping in a rasp. "Where are the others?"

Elias leaned back slightly, his arms still crossed, his gaze unwavering. "Merrick and Keegan are handling the debrief. Hesh and Logan are outside." His voice softened, just enough for you to catch. "They've been here since we got you out."

You blinked slowly, letting the weight of his words settle into you like a stone sinking into water.

They had stayed.

Elias had stayed.

A tight, painful lump formed in your throat. You swallowed, the motion feeling like shards of glass scraping against your insides. "Did I... actually say that shit out loud?" You said bringing the topic and what you have said.

The question hung in the air, thick with embarrassment, with uncertainty. But Elias didn’t look away, his expression unreadable, as if your confession hadn’t shattered anything between you—just left it exposed, raw.

Elias gave a slow, measured nod.

You groaned, dragging a shaky hand over your face. "Damn. Thought I was just thinking it."

Elias exhaled sharply, not quite a laugh, but something close—something that spoke of years of unspoken tension, of moments like these.

A beat of silence stretched between you, the kind that felt heavy, pregnant with something unspoken. Then, finally—

"You weren't wrong."

You turned your head slightly, your eyes locking with Elias’.

"What?"

The word slipped out before you could stop it, the confusion in your voice thick, unsure. What did he mean? What was he saying?

Elias’ gaze was unwavering, steady, like the ground beneath you was about to shift. "I’m not good at saying crab like this, but—you weren’t wrong. About how I see you."

Your breath caught for just a moment, the words landing in your chest like a punch.

Elias leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees, his eyes never leaving yours. "You’re not just another soldier to me. Haven’t been for a long time."

You stared at him, the weight of his words sinking deep into you, heavier than any bullet wound, deeper than any pain you’d ever known.

And for the first time in what felt like forever—

That hollow feeling, the one that had always lingered at the edges of your mind, wasn’t there anymore. It was gone.

You let out a slow breath, still groggy from whatever meds were coursing through your veins. Your body ached like hell, every movement a reminder of how fragile you were in this moment, but your mind felt sharper now. You were awake, alive, and painfully aware of what had just been said.

And it felt unreal.

Elias Walker, the man who had trained you like a machine, who had pushed you harder than anyone ever had, who had made sure you never slacked—wasn’t just admitting it, he was outright saying it. He saw you as something more than just another soldier.

But you couldn’t trust that. Not right now.

You shifted slightly, wincing at the dull pain that stabbed through your side. “Sir, you don’t have to say that.” Your voice came out rough, quiet, the kind of sound that only comes from the edge of exhaustion. “I just got shot—I get it. People say shit when they think someone’s dying—”

“Shut up.”

The command was sharp, cutting through your words like a blade. Elias' gaze locked onto yours, unwavering, and for the first time, you saw the weight of something real in his eyes.

You blinked, your gaze shifting to Elias, whose expression remained as unyielding as ever. His arms were crossed, posture firm, but the sharpness in his voice was impossible to ignore.

"I don’t say things just to say them." His gaze held yours, unwavering, like a soldier scanning the battlefield. "I’m not the type to sit here and sympathize just because you're lying in a hospital bed."

"If I want to say something, I say it."

You felt your throat tighten, the words settling heavy in your chest.

You knew Elias wasn't the kind of man to waste words. Everything he said had weight, had meaning.

So why did this feel so heavy?

Elias sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, before looking at you again, his expression unreadable. "You think I’d go easy on you now, just because you took a bullet? I Have seen worse than your situation."

You let out a weak, dry chuckle. "Kinda hoped so."

Elias huffed, the corners of his mouth twitching into something like a smirk. "Not a damn chance."

Silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, not tense. It was simply there—a quiet space filled with the weight of things that had been said, things that had been left unsaid.

You swallowed, shifting slightly in the bed, feeling the pull of pain in your side. Hesitation tugged at your words, but you pushed it down. “So you mean it?”

Elias didn’t hesitate. His response was steady, sure, like a command. “Yeah.”

“I do.”

You let your head fall back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. Processing.

For so long, you’d thought you were alone in this. That the way you felt—the way you wanted to see Elias as more than just your commander—was something you’d buried deep inside, thinking it was one-sided.

But now?

Now, Elias had made it clear.

You weren’t just another soldier.

And maybe—just maybe—you never had been.

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I was in the bus and this handsome was sitting in front of me, I sneezed and he chuckled saying "bless you!", I told him plz bless me and gimme your number😔

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