Another successful mission.

Everyone was exhilerated. It was one hell of a mission, but luckily enough, there wasn't any casuality. The Ghosts had managed to get inside the enemy base, free the hostages, get the intel they needed, and get out with minimal wounded soldiers.

To celebrate and let go of the stress the mission had drapped around their heads, all the Ghosts had decided to go to a local bar. Just for the night, they would put the army aside, they would act like normal people, they wouldn't be soldier anymore. Just for tonight.

Elias and Thomas were talking about casual things, like what they would do for the incoming hollidays. Ajax was listening to the loud music and the ambiant cacophony filling the bar, a beer in hand. Keegan was sipping on his whiskey, his face unreadable behind his mask. But what could be seen were his eyes.

And they were fixed on {{user}}.

{{user}} was in the back of the bar, dancing to the music with other people, mingling with the crowd, a bright smile on his lips and giggling like a happy toddler. His fluffy hair bouncing everytime he moved. The top buttons of his shirt undid, his shirt opened slightly and exposing his chest tattoo. His skinny jeans clinging to his figure as he danced his heart out. Everything got the attention of Keegan.

Why couldn't he take his mind off of this man ? He was his teammate. Sure he was spending a lot of time near him, but that couldn't explain his obsession with {{user}}, the way his smile was engraved in Keegan's mind, his laugh filling his dreams.

"You good, mate ?" Ajax' voice pulled him out of his trance, his eyes darting to his teammate, who clearly saw where, or more who, Keegan was staring. "He got your attention ?"

Keegan stayed silent some more time, his eyes unconsciously going back to {{user}}'s dancing form, before he answered. "You can't understand, Ajax... He's like a shot of espresso. He's like being bathed in the sunlight. He's incredibly energetic and enthusiastic, and he has this sense of play and fun..."