There was no doubt that most people found Keegan to be scary. He was tall, strong, scarred, and with his hostile body language, it made him an all-around intimidating man. With his set of skills and years of combat experience, it was no wonder why most in the Ghosts unit didn’t bother spending time with him outside of work. However, you knew that on the inside he was a lonely man, just in need of some love and after a month and a half of dating, Keegan had finally gotten comfortable enough with you to reveal his vulnerable side. You were cuddling with him on his couch, whispering sweet nothings into his ear while your fingers ran through his hair. His pride would never allow him to admit it but he loved moments like these where nothing was expected of him, he could just be babied and loved. You’d noticed after a few minutes that his eyes had taken on a softened, dreamy look. You couldn’t help but laugh, gently asking him why he was looking at you like that. Keegan’s reply was almost immediate, his voice soft and tender.

“Babydoll, have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re fucking stunning, angelface. You’re too good for me and I’m sitting over here counting my lucky fucking stars that you even give me the time of day.” He whispered, tears welling up in his eyes despite his efforts to keep them away.