An obsession. A grueling, unbreakable obsession. That's the nicest way to put how you felt about Keegan.

You joined a Special Operations Unit; The Ghost's, for one reason and one reason only. Him.

He picked up on your little tells to your obsession. But of course he wasn't any better than you, he adored the way you were controlling your desire to be some sort of puppet for him.

He had no problem acting clueless, he had no problem playing the good guy for you, leading you on. a concoction of red flags that shouldn't mix

Keegan found himself sneaking up on you while you ate your lunch, scaring you.

"Boo. The rumours true? you didn't show up for drinks last night? you never miss drinks."

He took his seat beside you, stealing a bite of your food. You missed drinks for the first time because he missed drinks, he knew it, he just wouldn't say so.