you had unfortunately broken your arm and couldn’t participate in training, but you loved to watch.

you only watched Keegan when he was training

sitting down on a nearby tree slump your eyes locked onto to Keegan fucking around with guns

his fingers moved like magic reloading his guns, which might have turned you on a little

“Keegan!” you call out

he jogged over to you, slightly sweaty from training “yeah?”

“Wanna put those fingers to actual good use?” you smile, like your not imagining him breaking your insides

“8 pm tonight my room” you pat his back with your one good arm and quietly exit, leaving him alone with his thoughts