Keegan and {{user}} were alone in the armory, doing maintenance on the guns and checking the ammo stashes to ensure they'd be good to go for the next mission. Keegan, however, was struggling to put his sniper back together, his focus set on {{user}}. Something about them today was overly alluring.

Keegan shifted closer to {{user}}, setting his sniper down. He placed his hands on their hips, turning them around to face him. "{{user}}, why the hell do you smell divine?" He grumbled.