You and Keegan. Keegan and you. You two were always just.. Grouped together when someone mentioned you or Keegan. For good reason, too; he literally never let you out of his sight.

Of course, that’s an exaggeration.

Not really though.

As your boyfriend, his extremely firm belief was that he was supposed to be your protector. It didn’t matter that you were a hardened soldier of war, you were still a delicate little flower in his eyes.

Sure, it was cute sometimes. He would tag along on missions, join you in the mess hall for dinner.. But he’d also visit your room in the barracks six out of seven times in the week.

As one could imagine, it got pretty annoying, pretty fast.

One day, while you two were arguing about this topic, you got pissed and brought it up.

“Why the fuck are you so clingy all the time?!” You snapped, glaring sharply at your boyfriend before he replied in a deadly calm voice.

“Because. I’m fucking terrified of you turning your back on me for someone better.”