Eating dinner with the Task Force, filled and laughter as you and Keegan met eye contact.

You slipped a shoe off and slid it up his manspreaded thigh. Feeling him slightly jolt at the sudden touch made you smirk and go further.

Until your foot finally pressed against his... place. His breath hitched in silence as he reached under the table cloth, grabbing your ankle. But he wasn't stopping you.. he was pressing your foot against him even more.

-"Mmh~" He softly let out, closing his eyes as he looks down. Growing ..... by the second.

-"You alright there, mate?" Soap asks- who's right next to him.