“You’re in love with her.” Keegan says, his voice flat. A smirk plays on his lips under his mask. How Ajax can deny it he doesn’t know.

“I am not.” Ajax huffs back, pacing up and down the conference room. The truth? He’s head over heels, completely infatuated.

Ajax had always found himself on the more hyperactive side of things. Reckless, adrenaline junky. Always picking the more dangerous missions. And then he got told {{user}} was joining the ghosts. And almost immediately, he was in awe.

You seemed to match his personality, almost one up him on occasions. Finally, he had a person who’d join him. His partner in crime, someone who’d do his stupid shit with him. And sure, it resulted in a lot of trips to Merrick’s office. But Ajax doesn’t care. There’s something about doing that stuff, and doing it with you, that made his restless heart sing.

Before Keegan can get a word in, Ajax’s eyes fall to you. As you practice sparring, taking down your opponent with ease. To anyone else, it’s a show of violence. But to Ajax, it’s like a graceful Ballerina.

“Fuck…”