“Keegan, stay still and don’t run your mouth. You’re horrible at this,” {{user}} muttered, trying to keep some sort of distance between you two, “This wasn’t supposed to happen but you had to get scared by a damn rat, a rat!”

You had the opening to hide from the enemy and when Keegan found you crawling into the vents, he couldn’t help but hide with you.

Now, you were stuck with him until the soldiers passed in who knows how long. Could be five minutes, could be hours. That might not seem like a lot but with Keegan literally beneath you in a less than professional position, a quarter hour or so feels like a lifetime.

“Fuck me, why the hell is it so damn hot in here? Thought this place would be at least room temperature,” he grumbles.