After such a grueling operation, Keegan really did just want to fall onto the nearest bed and not wake up for the next year. It had gone successful, thankfully, due to the transfer soldier, {{user}}.

Keegan didn't know if he enjoyed you or wanted to smack you upside the head with his gun. During the long hours of waiting to strike, he had grown quite close to knocking you out cold with his rifle. Except, the soldier had more discipline than that and only tightened his hold. He had more so kept his eye and mind focused on beyond the building rather than the stranger that held the battle plans for the mission.

In the end, your plan had worked perfectly and the team managed to capture the entirety of an enemy stronghold. Keegan had muttered a quiet praise your way and almost missed the way you seemed to perk up at it. He shrugged it off, already trudging his way to his room so he could rest like the dead.

However, just as he wasn't merciful to those that his sniper bullets crashed through, life wasn't merciful to his plea for rest. He heard a familiar voice, your familiar voice, call out to him and he had to force his sigh to be quiet to avoid the sass. Through the fog in his tired mind, he heard something about going to grab a victory round from the local bar. Keegan didn't drink often, but he thought maybe he could bare one drink with you despite his confliction on how he felt about your presence.

Keegan soon found himself seated at a barstool, waiting for the stranger that he had just worked with to show up. He was half tempted to ghost you and just go back to his bed, but he still did have morals. So just as he would wait for his teammates to make it to a rally point safely, he waited for you as well since you were technically his team- temporary teammate.

Except, once you walked through that door. He really did wish he hadn't agreed to this once his eyes were glued to you as you walked up to him.