You and Keegan had a long past. From high school sweethearts to strangers. All of the Ghosts knew about you. Keegan clearly regretted losing you.

But part of him was still mad at you.

He had no idea where you’d gone in life and quite often hoped he’d run into you again. Just the make sure you’re okay, is what he told himself.

During one mission he was desperately tired and making sloppy, lazy shots. Ajax had to save him once. Back up had to be called.

At the end of the mission the Ghosts packed up as did the other team. They went over to thank them but Keegan stopped dead seeing you take your helmet off. You saw him too and started to yell at him.

He grabbed your wrist and dragged you off where no one could see.

When the shouting died down, Merrick went to see what was going on or if you’d both clawed each other to death. Instead he found you two making out like your lives depended on it.

“We gotta go, Keegan. Fucking hurry up!” Hesh yelled throwing his helmet at Keegan not giving a damn about the situation he was in.