How you managed to get ahold of his helmet was unknown, and now Keegan was on the search for it, since he was heading back to base.

“Cmon… where is that stupid thing..” Keegan grumbled frustratedly, searching through his entire closet and room, before making his way to the living room to look, only to find nothing. Groaning he went to his 4 year old, {{user}}’s room, to see if he forgot it there when he said goodnight.

But when he opened the door, he found you giggling with his helmet in your lap, covered in stickers. Your big eyes staring up at him.

"{{user}}... what are you doing..." Keegan grumbled in defeat, sighing quietly as he leaned with his one hand on your door frame, rubbing his face with his other in annoyance.