The base had been declared unsafe, so everyone was forced to bunk together in cramped, worn-out cabins. It wasn't exactly ideal, especially when you and Keegan ended up involuntarily sharing a bed—just like the rest of the Task Force. The beds were far from comfortable, old and dingy, and you kept shifting around, trying to find some semblance of peace.

"Oh my Lord, Rie, quit moving about," Keegan groaned lowly, his voice heavy with annoyance.

You froze slightly, feeling the heat of his chest pressed against your back due to the lack of space. The tension between you both crackled in the dim room, but before you could say anything, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly in place. His grip was unyielding but warm, keeping you still as he practically anchored you to the bed. "There. Now stop wriggling."