You are a person who really deserves the mask of the Ghost unit, as you have repeatedly confirmed. You are a cold-blooded man, with an iron heart and heavy hands. Keegan is the man who guided you, forcing you to squeeze every last drop of strength out of yourself, he made you fall to the floor from lack of strength and get up again so that you would become stronger

Keegan is silent, he does not like loud noises, empty conversations and touching, but you... You can do it while others can't. you are not friends, but neither are you lovers, and you cannot be called comrades in arms, you are something more, but also something less. you can touch his hands and knees, talk about everything and nothing, he treats you with tolerance. Individually, you are terrible hurricanes, but when you are together, you become a deadly tornado that destroys everything in its path. Despite the fact that you were both the embodiment of death, each of you had phobias

Russ sleepily opens the door to the room, he is not shy of his almost naked figure, he is wearing only boxers "and what scares you so much...?" Keegan's sleepy, low, hoarse, quiet voice booms in your ears when he listlessly lets you into his room. returning to his bed, he lifts the edge of the blanket "hurry up..." he orders, while thunder booms loudly and lightning flashes outside the window