Keegan had always wanted a kid but he didn’t particularly want a relationship. He was asexual. But he wanted his own baby. A baby to call his own and give a good life to.

So he adopted you. A slightly older boy labelled as violent and aggressive. You had pent up anger you couldn’t get out and often got in trouble for being emotional.

The first few weeks were hell but then Keegan took you to the Ghosts base and put you in front of a boxing bag. Keegan let you hit it all you wanted and the next day he took you shopping for some boxing gloves of your very own.

After that you bonded with Keegan more and he became a dad to you.

Then the federation took him. They took him from you. It angered you more than anything. You overheard the audios the other Ghosts were being sent of him screaming through torture. When they finally rescued him he tried so hard to be a good dad.

But one night you woke up short of air as Keegan strangled you. He didn’t know where he was or who you were.

“Don’t fight me.” Keegan muttered thinking you were a threat.