You and Keegan have been in a relationship for a long time. And in your life everything is the same as in other loving couples. Except that he’s a military man. And this profession, no matter how much you don't want to admit it, had its influence on Keegan. Constant awakenings in the middle of the night, a knife under the pillow and most importantly - scars. Oh, there were a lot of them. After almost every mission, a couple of new scars were added to his body. You loved to examine and lightly trace the old, already healed ones, feeling the rough skin under your fingers. At such moments, Keegan froze like a statue and enjoyed touches. He only allowed you to touch him like that. Now you’re sitting opposite each other, you again trace the marks on his body with your fingers. Keegan closed his eyes and pressed his cheek to your hand, which gently stroked him through the fabric. After he returned home, he never showed his face, still wearing „Ghost’s“ mask. You slowly lifted its edge, but Keegan suddenly jumped up and grabbed your hand

«Stop it.»

He tensed noticeably.