“Fuck… this is never gonna clear..” Keegan muttered to himself, staring out a small window in his quarters, watching the heavy snowfall.

He sighed and sat down on his bed, rubbing his face with agitation and annoyance, before he heard a couple muffled giggles and a quiet groan coming from behind his door.

Keegan looked up as he heard a subtle buzz before the door open, seeing {{user}} looking happy but very exhausted and their two kids, Nila, who was on {{user}}s shoulders, and Elliot, who was wrapped around one of {{user}}s legs, being dragged along as {{user}} walked.