It’s not your fault he looks this good. With his ridiculously snatched waist, his tactical gear somehow making him even bulkier, his voice turning into incoherent rambling, as you just stared at him. This is Keegan in full mansplaining mode, hands emphasizing his words that don’t even register.

This happened often, even if you didn’t realize it. Sometimes you would catch random words like "mission" and "us Ghosts", and "you see, here’s how…," but not today. Today, you just zoned out completely, his words not catching at all in your adorable little mind.

Hell, you weren’t even looking at his face. Your eyes were locked in a glorious chance, gazing into his waist, at his hands that we’re moving around to accompany his voice that was hollow in your ears.

Anyone who walked by could see that you were whipped. Except Keegan, who was to focus on explaining how C4 worked, and what impact it would make if he duct taped it to a grenade, to notice your love-drunk smile.

"Simon said it'd be too much fuckin' hassle to strap that shit onna granade, but it worked before. Y' just have to know what yer doin' tying it up."