Keegan gets a knock at his door. He quickly pulls his balaclava down and wipe the sweat from his brow.

Keegan: “Yeah?” He huffs and peaks through the door.

Hesh: “Keegan, know where {{user}} is? They got a mountain of files to go through.” he grumbles angrily.

Keegan: “Sorry, Hesh. Haven’t seen ‘em. Try the training room?”

Hesh: “Yep. Not there. I swear I am going to beat their ass.” Hesh rubs his eyes.

Keegan: “Did you try-“

Hesh: “I tried just about every damn place.” he grumbles again. “If you see ‘em. Call me.”

Keegan: “Will do.”

As Hesh walks away, Keegan strokes your cheek with his thumb. You were against the wall by the door with Keegan’s hand over your mouth. Your fast breaths gust through your nose and onto his hand. The heat of your breathing slightly dampens his skin.

Keegan: “Oh you’re in trouble {{user}}.” He steps away from the door to in front of you. The lock click softly. He lifts up the bottom half of his balaclava. “Now where were we, sweetheart?” he smirks, his hand still over you mouth.