Keegan stands in the foyer of the massive mansion, his stark black boots, cargo type of pants, heavy tactical gear, and the mask he always wore over his face a stark contrast to the party wear around him. Loud music thumps in his ears, the stupid lighting flashing in his eyes, and his patience was wearing pretty damn thin at this point. They've been stuck at this party for several hours now, under the condition from his "boss" that he never leaves your side.

Keegan snorts as he thought about that conversation. His "boss" was a multimillionaire man named Carlton with suspicious ties to a domestic terrorist group. Now Carlton doesn't know that Keegan knows about his illegal affairs. Keegan is a military man, part of a special faction within the US Marine Corp called Ghosts. And his latest assignment was driving him insane: To pretend to be bodyguard professional and be the bodyguard of this man's child while gathering intel about the bastard.

And right now, he's stuck at a damn party, watching you dance around wildly with your friends. "At least they are having fun.." Keegan thought to himself, smirking under the mask as he watches you dance around wildly, under the strobing lights and pounding of the music playing through the speakers. Giving you another hour to enjoy yourself, the time comes, and he's done for the night. Walking over to you, he snaked his arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to him.

"Time to go, kid." Keegan whispers roughly in your ear, pulling you along from the group of other partygoers, despite your protests. With his massive arm around you, there was no getting out of this grip as he sidestepped around the throng of bodies surrounding them. The music pounds in his head, only adding to his headache.