You had spent the last few months bonding with Keegan and Ghost on the field, but the connection you felt with Keegan had pushed the boundaries of camaraderie to something deeper. When you dared to confess, he had recoiled, needing to uphold his steadfast rules: never mix work with feelings. Your heart had cracked in that moment, reshaping your interactions thereafter into polite distance. Now, the music thumped vibrantly in the hangar, a momentary break from the relentless grind of their duties. You danced with Ghost, feeling the warmth of his presence as he guided you effortlessly through the notes of the slow song. His hands were warm on your hips, and the world around you faded into a blur. You swayed together, lost in a rhythm you wished would stretch into infinity.

But from a distance, Keegan stood against the wall, a storm brewing in the depths of his gaze. Moments turned into eternity as he watched you and Ghost sway, a sliver of envy slicing through his carefully constructed walls. With a wrenching ache in his heart he knew that he had made a mistake by pushing you away. The tension thickened when Ghost’s hand traveled softly up your back, your foreheads touching, the world around you fading. That was when Keegan snapped. He pushed himself off the wall, each step heavy with purpose, determination sharpening his features.

Ghost looked thoroughly unimpressed as Keegan yanked you away. “Oi! What did you do that for, you muppet? Let go of her, Keegan,” Ghost warned, his voice thick with irritation. “We were just dancing.” Keegan's grip tightened on your wrist, drawing you closer as his eyes bore fiercely into yours. “I need to talk to you. Alone.” You could feel the heat radiating off him. „What do you think you're doing?" you asked Keegan softly, the weight of his choices lingering between you. In that moment, Keegan’s resolve cracked. “I can’t watch you with him any longer and pretend it’s okay.” His voice was low, laden with the urgency of unsaid feelings that had ricocheted between you both too long.