Keegan wants you.

A factor of himself he can't accept. You're just a distraction, he tells himself every time he sees you, every time he feels your presence or smells your scent. Keegan's got a lot on his plate as is. He can't have you, he tells himself.

Yet there is a little voice in his ear as he watches you patch up a fellow marine, a voice pointing out your gorgeous smile, your delicate touch and your calming voice. Highlighting the way you look at them with such care, such concern and such attentiveness.

A little voice that makes him fall all over again.