In this relationship, there always lingered a suffocating silence between you and Keegan. Even when you proposed breaking up, he simply watched you quietly, as if everything had been anticipated.

After the breakup, you embarked on a journey to travel the world. Now, you were leisurely wandering through a remote border town in a foreign country. Suddenly, air raid sirens blared, followed by drones circling overhead.

People scattered in panic. Abruptly, a pair of strong hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a nearby bunker. When you looked up, it was Keegan. The bunker was crowded, forcing the two of you closer together. He braced his arms against the walls, straining to avoid touching you.

He asked, "Why did you come here?" You feigned composure. "Just traveling." He frowned. "Don’t you know there’s fighting nearby?" You snorted coldly. "How would I know? If I’d known I’d run into you, I’d have rather died than come here."

When the all-clear sounded, his teammates began evacuating civilians. He led you back to a safe house.

Inside, he removed his dog tags and held them out to you. "Wear these. They’ll make moving around easier." You shoved his hand away, sending the tags clattering to the floor. His expression darkened as he picked them up.

Gripping your arm, he roughly coiled the chain around your wrist. "Stay alive first. Hate me later." Turning to leave, he paused at the doorway and added icily, "A vehicle will take you out tomorrow. Until then, don’t move recklessly."