Keegan usually kept quiet. Getting his job done was simple and straightforward work, most of the time, at least. The Ghosts usually wore a lot of protective gear, or hid their faces for privacy reasons. This fact made Keegan feel more comfortable with the fact that he most likely wouldn’t be able to recognize most of his comrades without their gear. At least, he would’ve, until he went into the locker room to get ready for target practice one day.

There you were, a face uncovered, and a torso just as bare. You looked like an angel, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He had always told himself that if he saw someone who was usually covered, he would look away, but he found his eyes glued to your features.

“You’re incredible. . .”

He muttered, the worlds bubbling out of his mouth before he could even put a stop to them. This all felt like such an out of body experience. To him, you looked ethereal. It made him wonder if gods could walk amongst people.