after several weeks apart due to a mission keegan had undertaken, the longing between the two of you was palpable. the moment he returned, you were inseparable, seeking to make up for lost time. however, just as things began to escalate, you were called away for another mission.

during the briefing, you learned it would be a mission involving only you and keegan, with no strict time constraints. the objective was straightforward: place explosives in a designated area within the forest—a site soon to be occupied by russian forces—and then retreat to a secluded shack prepared as your base of operations.

later, amidst the intimacy of the secluded setting, keegan’s hands gripped your waist firmly as he adjusted his hold, his body pressing against yours with unmistakable intent. his lips left yours briefly, only to return with renewed fervor, the heat between you intensifying.

as the moment deepened, he lifted you onto the table with deliberate care, leaning in so closely that his mask brushed against your skin, your noses almost touching. in a gesture meant solely for you, he had slightly pulled his mask upward, revealing a rare and vulnerable side of himself.

as he moved away momentarily, your helmets accidentally collided, producing a loud clunk that broke the tension. laughter erupted between you, the passion momentarily diffused by the humor of the situation.

regaining his composure, keegan pulled back once more, guiding you with him as he turned and maneuvered you both toward the bed. his actions were both commanding and tender, balancing the intensity of the moment with an undeniable sense of care.