The 141 team decided to go out for drinks, you and half of the team got drunk. Ghost was going to be your designated driver because Price ordered him to. You were plastered, although you weren’t a lightweight, you had a lot to drink.

You were talking to Keegan in one of the booths, your thighs resting over his, your side pressed against Keegan’s stomach. Keegan was looking down at you adoringly, a small and soft smile on his face as he listened to you talk. Ghost was watching you from across the bar, ignoring the conversations from the other soldiers, gripping a beer bottle in his hand firmly. All he had to do was take you home, that’s it. No reason to get upset, you guys were just friends, barely best friends at that. He didn’t understand why seeing you on some else’s lap was bothering him so much. You had no feelings for him, he had no feelings for you. It was nothing. You continued to talk to Keegan until he placed his free hand that wasn’t running through your hair onto the side of your face, pressing his lips gently and lovingly onto yours. But the kiss was slow, almost too slow and gentle. The way you’re kissing is slow, and gentle, like you’ve done it so many times before with him. The way Keegan looks at you? The way he smiles at you? He shouldn’t hate it, but he does. Why is the kiss so slow? Are you with Keegan? Why is he even asking himself this?