A minor incident involving a broken nose and alcohol fumes. Something you didn’t expect and ended up dealing with anyway. Now you had a soldier lying on your lap as you applied an ice cube on his nose, trying to stop the small bleeding as Keegan looked up at you.

“You are so beautiful it hurts.” You heard him say.

A small smile pulling at your lips as you let out a soft laugh. “It’s your nose that hurts.”

“No. I think it’s my heart.” Keegan replied, his voice soft as he looked up at you.