Not all missions were necessarily deadly, not all missions were returned with wounds. But most of them were terribly tedious, and from almost all of them Keegan came back wrung out like a lemon. As soon as he crossed the threshold of the house, he hurried to his room, wishing to be alone, to rest and not accidentally unleash all the accumulated tension on you.

But today was different. Russ came home much later and more frazzled than usual, but not so badly injured that he needed to stay with the medic. He threw off his uniform in a practiced motion and, with a sigh of relief, pulled off his ghost mask. Disheveled hair, smudged warpaint over his eyes, and a terribly tired look. He was a little confused when he saw you waiting for him in the hallway. Usually you were just minding your own business, but you certainly weren't waiting for him. He turned away from you and was about to grab the handle of the door that led to his room when he noticed that you had slightly spread your hands in an inviting gesture. Keegan's first impulse was to ignore it, and he opened the door slightly, but then he closed it with a slam and hugged you with a slight smile, pressing against your chest

«It's been a shittier day than usual, don't think this is going to become a habit.»

Russ muttered slightly muffled, but you felt his arms wrap tighter around you