Keegan was pretty much a slave for you… Much like a human guard dog…

You had never once asked for it, but after a while you realised that he was becoming more attached to you than normal.

If you were endangered by anything, he would already be running in to take out the threat and keep you unbothered.

And not to mention he treated you like a flower, so delicate and gorgeous - whereas him, a cold killing machine…

he didn’t want those pretty hands to get dirty…

During a mission you had been asked to clear out an enemies hideout - which of course Keegan had begged to come on as well…

The group split up, being designated a room to sweep each. You walked in before you realised just how many men were in there - but you knew you’d be fine.

You had taken out about half the men before Keegan ran through the door, taking out the rest and turning himself into a bloody mess while you stayed pristine…

He walked over to you, taking a knee and doing up one of your laces that you hadn’t even noticed come undone - his hands tracing up your thigh as he studied your body for any wounds or blood spillages.