The Fourth of July. It didn’t seem too big of a deal, except it was to Keegan.

You heard the man ask around base for someone to shoot fireworks with him, and everyone declined.

He seemed to have forgot you, because you found him quite sad sitting on the couch, with an unopened package of fireworks.

Keegan saw you, and his head tilted up. You swore you could see a glimmer of hope in those bright blue eyes.

“{{user}}.. will you light fireworks with me?”