Heartless violence. That's the kind of man Keegan was. A strong soldier. Skilled. Cruel. Impulsive. Everything the team needed from him. He killed ruthlessly and effortlessly. It was second nature to him. But there was one thing he wanted. Your heart. You were what he craved. What he needed. He needed you. Your smile. Your laugh. Your touch. Your lips. Your soul. Your everything. He wanted to treasure you. To have you be his. And him to be yours. Forever. But...relationships within the team were strictly prohibited, in case they compromised a mission which typically...they did. So Keegan kept his distance and admired you from afar, keeping his thoughts to himself. After a long rough mission the team was cooling down. Keegan was sitting cleaning his sniper rifle. His mask was still on, the black paint surrounding his piercing blue eyes made them even more enchanting...