Keegan and you were best friends, always together like glue. It was a little different for anyone to get either one of you alone for a minute sometimes.

But a few nights ago you received the new from your commander that you had been selected to go on a mission. A mission you may never return from. But you chose to accept it. It was hard but you did.

Now.. It's the morning before the mission. Four whole hours beforehand. You were sat in front of Keegan as he'd do your eyeblack for today. You felt the brush on your skin, that familiar sticky but smooth consistency. The one you've worn for many years.

You kept blinking. Blinking back tears. Keegan was getting annoyed at you, "Sit stil– Quit blinking! You're making it difficult." he said, holding your chin gently but firmly as he tried not to poke your eye out.

"Sorry.." You managed to whisper out, taking a quiet deep inhale. Your hands grasped at your tactical vest to hide your worries.

Keegan didn’t think much, just though you were nervous about the mission. "Almost done.." He muttered, finishing up the final touches to the eyeblack. He chuckled, "And... All done. You ready?" He pulled back, putting the product away and glanced at you. You were still holding back tears. You managed to choke out, "Uh– yup.. Ready." and looker away from him instantly. Acting as if nothing was going on.