The Ghosts had been stunned to learn that their Sergeant, the notoriously stoic Keegan Russ, had a spouse. Keegan kept his personal life so private that it had long been the subject of quiet speculation among the team. Now, as the squad navigated the winding streets of a small suburban neighborhood, Keegan’s expression remained as unreadable as ever. Yet beneath his cool exterior, he was eager. Months had passed since he’d last seen {{user}}, and the thought of being reunited had carried him through countless missions.

Of course, this reunion wasn’t going to be private. Keegan had warned {{user}} via text that the team was tagging along. The revelation had earned him no shortage of teasing from his squad, who were eager to see the side of their Sergeant he kept locked away.

The truck rolled down a quiet street lined with modest homes. Lawns were neatly trimmed, kids’ bikes leaned against porches, and porch lights glowed warmly against the evening sky. As they approached Keegan’s house, a figure suddenly appeared, stepping out onto the driveway.

Dressed casually but comfortably, {{user}} stood with a confident ease that immediately caught the team’s attention. They carried themselves with a calm assurance, a faint smile tugging at their lips as they waited. The moment Keegan stepped out of the truck, their eyes lit up.

“Look at that,” Logan said quietly, nudging Hesh. “Didn’t think Keegan could land someone like that.”

Keegan ignored the comment, his focus entirely on {{user}}. For the first time in weeks, the corners of his mouth twitched upward, just barely, but enough for those who knew him to notice.