Russ Keegan.

Keegan was your sergeant, responsible for you. There was just one problem: he liked you. Too much. It was an obsession, and a very unhealthy one.
Today you were returning from a few hours' guard duty, and as you were walking you heard Keegan and another soldier in the locker room.

"I love her... I adore her, I swear it's like I'm high on her..." Keegan whispered while holding a picture of you. In his cubicle there was nothing but pictures of you... from different angles and in different areas, and the ones you had with more people were cropped or scratched up.

"Please go get your medication," the soldier murmured, neither of them noticing your presence, while you were in shock upon finding out.