COD men are my roman empire, PLEASE SEND ME ASKS IM BEGGING- I NEED SOMETHING TO WRITE ABOUT SO I CAN GET OUT OF MY OWN SKIN (this is a cry for help, I'm supposed to be focusing on finals but I cant get these scrunkly ass military men outta my head, so enjoy this spew from the depths of my sleep deprived mind..)
Keegan wasn't sure how he got here.. One minute, he was fighting Federation soldiers alongside Hesh, Merrick, and the Walker brothers and now he was... God, where even was he right now?? It was dark and cold.. He still had his mask, tactical gear, and weapons, but it was like he had been transported to an entirely new goddamn universe.
The city looked clean, it was something he wasn't used to. The Federation had destroyed everything years ago, back when he was in his late 20s or early 30s, he couldn't quite remember, but this place.. It was completely spotless, besides the normal city trash and critters wandering the dark alley he found himself in. He definitely did not miss this air quality, he had only been wherever here was for less than 5 minutes and he was already feeling like his lungs could collapse at any moment.. But the more he stands here, confused, the more.. Familiar this gets.
Cautiously, he steps out of the alleyway he was in, ending up on a city street lined with shops that twinge with familiarity for reasons unknown to him. The sidewalk was empty besides himself, and the street was mostly empty besides a few cars that drive by every five or so minutes as he walks down the pavement in a random direction- the direction that just felt right. He didn't know where he was, but being a Ghost for most of his life has gotten him to trust his gut no matter what.
And he does just that.
He heads in whatever direction he feels like he's supposed to go, turning down side streets and such whenever he feels like he's supposed to, it's.. Almost concerning how his gut knows this city but his mind doesn't. Everything is in-tact, theres no destroyed buildings or cliffs that clearly hadn't been there when the roads were paved and parking garages made, it looked like a city from before the Federation bombed the States.. Had he gone back in time? No, no, that's not possible. Had he died? Was this his version of hell, or maybe heaven? How did he even get here?
He wasn't sure of anything anymore.
It took about two hours of walking until he stopped, suddenly the feeling of familiarity vanished and everything was so unfamiliar that it made him feel sick. Made him feel like he was going to vomit all over the pavement.. But then a jingle of a bell rang out as a door opened across the street, voices rang out in the night as people bid each other goodbye and went on their separate ways. The sounds of talking and jingling didn't seem to help curb this feeling of sickness, uneasiness, in fact the voices made him feel worse. He felt dizzy, his vision was spinning and he couldn't stand right, whatever was making him suddenly feel ill was getting worse. His legs gave out beneath him, and suddenly one of the voices from before got louder.. The last thing his vision managed to focus on was an all-too familiar face, the face he saw in his dreams and the face that haunted his nightmares, staring down at him with an all-too familiar concerned expression that made his heart clench.
It was you.
You, who had become one of the many casualties caused by The Federation the day they bombed the United States. You, who had plagued his mind for years. You, who he kept a picture of on his person all the time so they could be with him all the time.
You, who loved him dearly, even with your last breath.
ok soooo cod match up here I come, so my personality type is an INFP-T and I'm more curvy like I'm definitely not as fit looking as most but I am STRONG. I'm tatted and am working on a sleeve tat, I love cars and basically anything manly, I have a bunch of brothers and am one of two sisters I'm super affectionate and very mild mannered, as much as I love being masculine, I'm definitely a feminine girly, makeup and skirts with long hair but the underside is shaved. I'm very gentle, like most everyone knows I couldn't hurt a fly, and bugs and sea creatures are my all time favorite. Definitely sociable but like being alone or with one on one interaction more. - Anyways sorry this is so long but thank you 🫶
💬"I forgot to say I'm 20 and about 5' 7"💬
🤔 I'll pair you with...
Keegan P. Russ ☠
Other possible match: König
I can see you with Keegan
Sure he's quiet but I'm sure it wouldn't take that long to get to know him
He's not very social but would engage in a one on one talk
As long as a conversation can be kept, he can talk as much as anyone else
Keegan likes your tats
I headcanon that he'd have a tattoo or two
He will be your buddy when going to your tattoo shop, wanting to get an idea of what he should get next
Wanna talk about cars? Work on them?
He wouldn't mind it at all
He'd bond with you even more
Overall, Keegan would be your best friend... until he starts to have feelings for you
He'd feel his heart flutter seeing your smile or hearing you laugh
He'd notice more and more small details about you
Amplify all that by 10xs when he sees you with makeup and wearing long skirts
He's stunned into silence
"You look... wow. You look... good."
He'd try his best hide how much you're affecting him
Eventually he wants to ask you out because... he wants to
When you two are out in public, he takes you somewhere more private and then tells you how he feels about you
You couldn't deny you felt something for him, too
You accepted to go out with him
Many dates later, he kisses you for the first time
Keegan is a gentle man despite being rugged and rough
He loves running his fingers through your hair, holding you close
Who would've thought that his sweetheart could've been his best friend, too?
You have him forever now, and he will do all he can to protect you and be there for you...
... even if it meant killing anyone who dared to harm you or take you away from him
Do you have a day set for a Keegan/Logan entry from their point of view?
Actually working on Keegan's POV for the next fill, which is for Nightmare. Here's a small snippet to tide you over (it's taking a bit longer to write in Keegan's voice):
“So what’s the diagnosis?” Keegan asked as soon as Logan returned to his room, instantly feeling bad as it caused Logan to let out an undignified squeak and then a resulting groan as he jumped at his question.
“God damnit Keegan,” Logan groaned, pausing for a moment to catch his breath.
Keegan was already halfway over to the younger man when Logan held his hand up, causing him to stop in his tracks. He watched Logan sit down carefully, reaching for a nearby glass of water to chase down the pills they likely gave him in medical. Keegan frowned. Logan didn’t like to take pain meds normally, and he couldn’t help but be more worried than he was before.
So
Long time no see!
I’d like to apologize for the eternity since i last posted anything art related
As i’ve mentioned i plan to make my one fic into a comic! I decided to take the time to redesign my headcanon looks for Keegan and Logan, cus honestly, i hated how they looked before
Starting with Logan! The one i arguably hated the most, didn’t even look related to his family, not sure what i was doing there
But here is the brand new Logan, a vast improvement, my art in general has also improved alot
I’m excited to make this comic! I’ve never really made a comic before so it will be a fun challenge, i’ve also never drawn the rest of the Ghosts gang so that will definitely be fun!
But before that i will be redesigning Keegan, as well as drawing simmilar headshots of the others that appear in the comic to get a feel for their appearances and see how they’d look in my style
Excited to be far more active on here again, and im forever thankful for y'all's patience with me hah
Tags: Flashbacks, Blood and Injury, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Emotional Whump
Summary:
Reeling from the reveal of his father as lead Ghost and exhausted from the attack on Santa Monica, Logan’s injuries finally catch up to him.
My entry for Day 2 of @agonyapril2022: Shaking. This is set during the Homecoming mission in Call of Duty: Ghosts. Thanks to the wonderful @sugaredmayhem for editing!
Check it out here on A03 or continue reading below!
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As Hesh and Elias took a few steps towards the cockpit, Elias explaining Rorke’s past as a Ghost while Hesh continued to ask more and more questions, Logan couldn’t help but stumble as the blood loss began to catch up to him. He threw out his arm behind him, trying to find something to lean on, not wanting to collapse to the floor in front of his fellow soldiers. Fumbling blindly along the edge of the helicopter, he gripped tightly onto one of the side straps, as he let himself fall back onto one of the seats.
No one seemed to notice his collapse, and at this point, he was uncertain if that was a good thing. Taking a deep breath, Logan clenched his teeth as he reached across his body to start removing his body armor. Even though he wasn’t pressing hard against his chest, the simple contact across his body only increased his pain, the burning that was once centered at the point of injury rippled across his whole frame. Logan couldn’t help the large gasp that he let out at the feeling of relief, the release of all that pressure when he unclipped the last buckle and the chest piece fell to his side.
Whether it was the gasp, the clatter as his body armor fell to the ground, or perhaps the large blood stain that was spreading across his uniform, it got the attention of one of their rescuers. Keegan, or at least that’s what he thought the man’s name was, was now staring at him. Logan tilted his head down, a light blush coming to his cheeks. He didn’t want Keegan’s attention, or anyone’s for that matter, but it was too late.
Logan flinched at the touch on his shoulder, even though it was incredibly gentle, pulling away from whoever had made contact.
“Logan,” the voice said, sounding both concerned and angry at the same time. “Are you injured?” Logan looked up to see who had spoken. Keegan had managed to find a large first aid kit that was now sitting next to him, ready to be used, and Logan was slightly thrown to not have noticed the procurement of the first aid kit, let alone the movement of the larger man from the cockpit to being directly in front of him.
Logan wasn’t sure if it was the tone of the voice or the proximity of the larger man who was still a stranger to him (rescuer or not), but he suddenly found himself flashing back to that last encounter. He could feel the Federation soldier on top of him, his knees pinning Logan to the hot, burning floor as his attacker thrusted a jagged knife downwards towards his heart. His breath caught, his lungs unable to fill with air as his body went taunt with the effort to keep the knife from entering his chest.
Logan jerked again at the contact against his chest, but when he reached out, he was surprised to encounter Keegan’s hands carefully placing a pressure bandage across his injury, and not the sharp blade of a knife cutting through his skin. His hands trembled as he held onto Keegan’s, but the contact reminded him that Elias and Keegan had saved them, that he was no longer in the burning building with a man trying to kill him, but surrounded by the team of Ghosts.
Unfortunately, while he was no longer stuck in his memories, he still couldn’t take a deep breath.
He tried again, but it was unsuccessful, along with the next attempt. As he continued to spiral into an anxiety attack, Logan was only able to take short, rapid breaths, which caused his panic to increase further.
Knowing that he had to do something before he lost consciousness, Logan placed the older man’s hand on his wrist, hoping that he would be able to pick up on his increased heart rate. Gesturing for Keegan to pull down his mask, he waited until he saw the blue eyes look directly into his own, and mouthed ‘can’t breathe’, in addition to holding his other hand on his chest. His hand shook in Keegan’s grip, but he forced himself to overcome his unease with the contact as he waited to see if Keegan could understand what was going on.
Seeing a spark of recognition in Keegan’s eyes, Logan could feel his body relax minutely. His hand was no longer trembling like a leaf, but he still wasn’t able to breathe properly, instead he continued to wheeze and gasp. He started to slump down into the seat as the lack of oxygen started to catch up to him, black spots starting to fill up his line of vision. He was startled when he felt Keegan shift his grip on his wrist, bringing Logan’s hand up to his own chest.
“Feel my heartbeat Logan? Slow and steady. And that’s what we are going to do right now, we are going to breathe, together, slow and steady.”
Logan wasn’t sure how many times Keegan repeated the mantra, but the thrumming beat that he felt under his hand was a calming pattern. Aided by Keegan’s voice repeating ‘slow and steady’, Logan was finally able to catch his breath, the encroaching darkness now receding. Logan took another couple large breaths in and out, continuing to follow Keegan’s counts.
“I’m going to ask again, Logan, are you injured?”
Logan nodded, still unable to form actual words, especially now that the other occupants of the helicopter were staring at the two of them. It looked like his dad was actually holding Hesh back from coming over to him, and he frowned, not sure why he wasn’t letting his brother help. Looking back at Keegan, he tried to mimic the action of a knife, and then indicated the area of his injury. He could feel the heat rise in his cheeks as Keegan rapidly unbuttoned his shirt, his fingers gently feeling along the point of impact.
“Logan, you need to tell us when you’re injured, okay? God, we’re lucky nothing was left in the wound…but I’m going to need to suture this, it’s fairly deep. Merrick, grab the good stuff under the chair there,” Keegan pointed as he started to pull out a needle and thread. Merrick responded much quicker than Logan thought he would to Keegan’s demands; a small vial of medicine and a needle quickly appeared in Keegan’s hand.
Keegan cleaned the wound, causing Logan to let out a loud whimper. Elias wasn’t able to stop Hesh from coming over after that agonizing sound, his older brother ducking under his father’s arm and beelining over to Logan, offering out a hand to squeeze onto.
Logan bit his lip as the needle first broke the skin, but between Keegan’s administration of the good meds and Hesh’s tight grip, he was able to ride out the rest of the stitches without making another sound. He found himself starting to tip over, Keegan and his brother both helping him lay down as the drugs started to take full effect.
But the thought of the older man being angry with him when he woke up again made his chest ache even more and so before he let his body succumb to the darkness, Logan managed to form his hand into a fist and rubbed it clockwise over his chest, hoping that Keegan might recognize the universal sign for sorry.
