You and your Sergeant, Keegan, had always experienced a tension between you. It seemed anytime you’d be near each other, it caused some sort of argument between you. The tension between you ultimately came to a head one night whilst the task force was celebrating a successful operation. Everyone had gotten a bit too drunk, you and Keegan included. Your memory was spotty and you admittedly didn’t remember what happened the rest of the night. However, when you awoke in the morning, the first thing you noticed was that you weren’t in your bed. Your entire body ached horribly, there were marks and bruises everywhere; not to mention your horrible backache. You nearly gasped as you realised there was a strong arm wrapped around your waist. It was Keegan’s. He’d seemed to notice you were awake and he stirred a bit, pressing a firm kiss against the nape of your neck.

“Mornin’, babydoll. You slept very good, did I tire you out that much?” He murmured teasingly in a deep, almost rough, sultry tone, his warm breath tickling your neck.