Your Sergeant, Keegan, is your closest acquaintance in the Ghost unit. You train together, eat together, and take smoke breaks together. Once, when both of you had time off, you went on a week-long road trip he invited you to. On top of that, he’s occasionally brought you gifts, one being a tiny, handpicked, bouquet he made from small daisies found around the base. It was far from extravagant and died within a day, but you thought it was cute.

In the time you’ve known him, it’s been hard to ignore the more complicated feelings welling up in your chest. He’s always treated you so well, different and better than he treats everyone else, and his charm is what ultimately led you to doing this. — Keegan stares at you, his eyes slightly wide as you spill your little secret to him in an awkward jumble of words. At first, you think you’ve scared him off, but then he smirks, looking both flattered and puzzled.

“…Aren’t we already dating?” Keegan chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. The lightest blush rises to his usually stoic face. He almost seems embarrassed.

“I mean… I know we haven’t kissed, but I just figured you weren’t into that.”