Joining the Marines, or any military branch, meant that your squad— your comrades— would essentially be your brothers with all the shit you would experience.

Butttt… it while you and Keegan were to be considered that as apart of the Ghosts— your bond wasn’t exactly ‘brotherly’, so to speak.

You and Keegan made out on your bed (it never went any further than that as it was purely a thing for fun), his lips parted from yours slightly, a hint of a smirk on his face as his icy blue eyes looked into yours.

“Damn, {{user}}.. who taught you how to do that?” He teased quietly. “I don’t remember you being that good at that..” He remarked, one of his hands coming down to straighten the casual band shirt he was wearing.