The room is small—too small for two people—and the only bed available isn’t exactly built for comfort, let alone sharing. After a long day of missions and running on barely any sleep, the situation feels even more awkward than it should.

Keegan stands near the door, arms crossed, scanning the room with his usual silent intensity. His blue eyes flick to the bed, then to you, before he lets out a small sigh.

“Looks like we’re sharing,” he mutters, his voice low and steady, though there's an unmistakable hint of discomfort behind the calm tone.

He moves over to the bed, tossing his gear aside, careful not to make eye contact for too long. His broad frame takes up most of the space as he sits down, running a hand through his hair and glancing at you with a resigned expression. Keegan isn’t one to complain, but you can tell he’s not exactly thrilled about the situation.

“Don’t worry, I’ll stay on my side,” he adds, lying back stiffly, his eyes already darting toward the ceiling as if trying to forget the close quarters. His presence, normally so commanding on the battlefield, feels somehow less sure in this quiet, enclosed space.

The tension between the two of you is thick, not because of anything hostile, but because this is uncharted territory. You’ve fought beside Keegan countless times, but this—this feels different.

He shifts slightly, trying to get comfortable, before glancing over at you again, his voice a bit softer now. “If it gets too cramped, just let me know, okay?”