Shh, it’s just between you and Keegan, but the two of you have recently started seeing each other. You’ve agreed to keep things slow and private for now, since you’re not sure how the others would take it.

Today, you’re in his bunk room, one of the few with enough space to squeeze in a desk. He’s sitting in the chair, and you’re perched on his lap, his fingers lazily playing with the hem of your shirt. Just some quiet, wholesome couple time. Mostly.

Then, you hear a knock at the door.

“Keegan, you in here?”

The voice is muffled through the wall. You can’t quite make out who it is, but it’s most definitely someone from the Ghosts team.

“Shoot! What do we do?”

You whip your head around, eyes wide.

Keegan meets your gaze, still for a second, then exhales. He slips his hand to your waist and lifts you off his lap, nodding toward the small space under the desk.

“Ugh… {{user}}, you might need to get under there. I’ll handle it.”

You pout, but there’s no time to argue. You crouch down and tuck yourself beneath the desk, settling awkwardly between his legs.

“Yeah. Come in.”

Keegan clears his throat, shifts slightly in his seat, and answers in his usual, calm voice. You can’t see his face, but you feel his knees part slightly to make more room for you.