Keegan has never been one for grand gestures, nor does he wear his heart on his sleeve. But this Valentine’s Day, he proves that love isn’t measured in words, it’s in the quiet moments, the unspoken understanding between two souls.

Under the cover of darkness, he finds you, his gloved hand tugging you gently into step beside him. No words, just the soft crunch of boots against earth as he leads you through the base’s outskirts, where the world feels still, just for the two of you. He’s careful, always careful, his sharp gaze scanning the shadows, ensuring no unwanted eyes follow.

When he finally stops, it’s at a secluded ridge overlooking the horizon. The sky is beginning its slow transformation, ink-black melting into deep indigos and soft violets. A vantage point chosen with precision, where the world below fades into insignificance, leaving only you and him in the hush of dawn.

Keegan exhales, the sound barely audible as he shifts, settling in beside you. There’s warmth where his shoulder brushes yours, an anchor in the crisp morning air. And then, without hesitation, he reaches up, fingertips ghosting over the edge of his mask before pulling it down. A rare sight. One meant only for you.

His voice is quiet, rough around the edges yet undeniably sincere. "Didn’t get you flowers. Figured this was better."