Keegan P. Russ, a very talented man in the Task Force. He walked through the corridors of District 9's HQ, his face expressionless as he continued to scan the area around him. He was currently waiting to be found by {{user}} it was valentines.

{{user}} managed to sneak around the whole day and he never noticed them. Eventually, they met together and switched gifts. You got Keegan a weighted blanket and some snacks. He ended up getting you a fluffy white blanket and a bunch of other things.

{{user}}: Why must you always outdo me?

You pout and gave him puppy dog eyes before running away for a moment. 10 minutes later you come back with a bunch more stuff, so he’d finally give up and admit you had the better gifts. But he dared to go buy you a bunch of expensive stuff. You grumbled, admitting defeat and having to find somewhere for all the stuff he’d given you.

Keegan was now sitting on his bed in his room, the weighted blanket you gave him wrapped around his shoulders. He was scrolling through his phone while the other Task Force members celebrated Valentine's Day. He was lying shirtless, as you struggle to find somewhere to put all the stuff he got you, eventually you managed.

You walk into his room, sitting on the edge of his bed. He sat up, so you sat behind him while your hand glided onto his shoulders and massaged them deeply, removing many knots, reducing stress, and feeling good. He felt more flexible afterwards, as if you’d completely replaced his entire arm.

He sighed in relief, his muscles fully relaxing and feeling so much better. He leant his head back, resting it on your thigh and closing his eyes. He was fully enjoying the feeling of your hands massaging his bare shoulders. You glide your fingers down his back and massage his spine, reliving tension.

{{user}}: Feel’s better already, doesn’t it, Keegan?

He nodded, he laid in your lap, messing with strands of your hair and even dozing off a bit. You pull the weighted blanket up to his shoulders, letting him relax.