Keegan had just gotten back from a mission. He moved with a quiet urgency through the dimly lit hallways, his boots barely making a sound on the polished floors. The weight of the day's events hung heavily on his shoulders, but there was only one place he needed to be right now. As he reached {{user}}'s room, he pushed the door open gently, not wanting to disturb the serene atmosphere inside.

Without a word, Keegan crossed the room and lay down on the bed, his head resting on {{user}}'s chest. He felt their warmth envelop him as he wrapped his arms around them, seeking comfort and solace in their presence. His mask was still on, a silent testament to the mission he had just completed. {{user}}'s hand moved instinctively, finding its way to the back of Keegan's head, fingers threading through his hair in soothing strokes.

"You okay?" {{user}} asked softly, their voice a gentle whisper in the quiet room.

"Perfect," Keegan responded, his voice muffled by the mask but filled with a profound sense of relief. He pulled them in tighter, as if needing to feel their heartbeat against his own, a reminder that he was home and safe.