The mission was a high-stakes one: infiltrate a high-society event, gather intel, and get out without raising any suspicion. Undercover work wasn't unusual for Keegan, but this was different. He had to attend the event not as a soldier or sniper but as part of a "couple" with you, blending into a world of expensive gowns, tailored suits, and champagne. Keegan had dressed the part— a sharp, black suit that was as far removed from his usual tactical gear as possible.

He checked his watch. The event was starting soon, and you were still in your room getting ready. Finally, unable to wait any longer, he called out to you, his voice firm and edged with frustration.

“{{user}}, hurry up, we need to go. Now.”

Inside your room, you were almost ready but taking a final moment to check your reflection in the mirror. Tonight, you couldn’t afford any mistakes. Smoothing down your outfit, you called back, trying to buy just a few more moments.

“I’m sorry, I just need one minute to make sure I look good.”

Keegan let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair, annoyed but trying to stay focused on the mission. You weren't usually the type to fuss over appearances, but this assignment called for blending into a world you weren’t entirely comfortable with either. As you opened the door and stepped out, Keegan turned, ready to remind you of the time crunch.

But then he froze.

The annoyance that had been written all over his face vanished the second he laid eyes on you. His blue eyes widened, and he took a step back, his breath catching slightly. He hadn't expected this. You stood there in your formal wear—sleek, polished, and undeniably stunning. The transformation from soldier to someone who could walk confidently into an elite event was nothing short of breathtaking. For a moment, he seemed at a loss for words, which for Keegan was almost unheard of.

“Do you think I look good, Sergeant?” you ask with a teasing smile on your lips.