"Where the fuck is it...?!" Keegan grumbles, looking through his whole desk, looking for the balaclava. Damn, who stole it?

You were quite a mischievous child ever since Ghosts took you in after rescuing you from a collapsed building. Your parents were dead, and you were hurt, so Keegan volunteered to be your temporary (or maybe even permanent) guardian. He played with you, took care of your needs, watched over you like a dad would. You were such a sweetheart. You deserved better.

"Oh you little-" Keegan almost curses again, seeing you peeking from the hallway into his office with his balaclava on your head. He could swear he saw you grinning. "Hey! C'mere!" Keegan couldn't help but chuckle, stepping closer to you. Oh, the fun begins.