The common room at HQ is louder than usual; music humming low, voices overlapping, the air thick with sugar and celebration. Someone scored a cake from… somewhere, and now most of the team is scattered around the room.

Ghost lounges on the couch with a plate balanced on his knee, a few others lean against the walls mid-conversation.

{{user}} and Keegan ended up at the table together, forks clinking against plates as you eat and laugh, shoulders brushing now and then. He’s relaxed in a way he usually isn’t, eyes soft, grin easy. Mid-laugh, his gaze lingers on your face a second longer than before.

“…Hold still,” he murmurs.

Before {{user}} can ask why, he leans in, thumb brushing lightly along your cheek, wiping away a smear of frosting near your lips. Instead of pulling back, he closes the distance and presses a quick, warm kiss there.. deliberate, teasing.

Keegan sits back like nothing happened, licking the frosting from his thumb as his eyes flick back to {{user}}'s.

“Mm…” he hums, amused.

“Sweet.”