Keegan was a simple man, really. Growing up, he never needed much. Give the kid his one favourite toy and he’d be content. A modest man, quite a fitting characteristic for a life in the special forces.

So naturally, he didn’t love you for money. Hell, he couldn’t care less, if he had been honest. So, when you started giving him gifts out of random, he found himself surprised. Surprised but flattered.

It was one day, on the team’s time off. All of you had chosen to explore the city a little. You, of course had dragged him to the shopping lanes. And to say he was shocked was an understatement. Sure, Keegan had been to all those big cities before, knew just how god damn expensive it was to buy a bottle of water in New York. But this was something else entirely.

Designer store after designer store, the prices so unearthly that Keegan was sure he wouldn’t be able to find a shirt that was less than his salary for 6 months.

"Uhm, {{user}}, you sure I can afford that?”, he asked with a nervous chuckle as you, enthusiastic as you were, held yet another shirt up to his shoulders.