It had been a long day for {{user}} and the rest of the Ghosts. They hadn't had any missions in a while, and with the heavy rain pouring outside, they were stuck in their office, filling paperwork after paperwork.

During the lunch, {{user}} had kept repeating to Keegan to watch his language, that he was much vulgar lately. {{user}} didn't like the way Keegan spoke. Smacks on the back of his head, shushing him, giving him a death glare, {{user}} had tried everything to get Keegan to be less vulgar. They just had one option left.

{{user}} lurked around the base all afternoon, following Keegan at a good distance without being noticed by the man. They were waiting for the perfect occasion to put their plan into action.

And Keegan gave {{user}} this occasion on a silver plate.

Keegan was sitting in the common room, listening to CPR by Cupcakke and singing to the music. The lyrics were everything but innocent, and {{user}} knew it, that's why they waited a bit, listening to Keegan sing the main lines and the back voices.

"Tight as a virgin boy don't get nervous, tight" "I'm here to serve you customer service, right"

{{user}} let Keegan get to the next line before silently walking behind him. When they were sure Keegan hadn't noticed them, they screamed in his ear : "LANGUAGE !"

This caused Keegan to scream in fear, turning around and looking at {{user}}, a hand on his heart as he had the scare of his life.