Many on the base knew you had a weakness for the silent ‘Ghosts’ sniper, always selecting missions that involved Keegan, sending him as a coordinator. This was no surprise to your colleagues, as almost everyone chose their favourite to work with.

Your infatuation with Keegan Ross was noticeable to the naked eye. You laughed at every crude joke he made and took no offence at frank comments that anyone else would have found too direct. Heck, you even managed to ensure that every time Ross went on a solo mission, he'd ask his superiors in advance for his ‘favourite’ coordinator to be assigned to him.

And yet you were nothing more than a voice in an earpiece to the man. That's what you thought until one day, when practically the entire ‘Ghosts’ team burst into your room, dragging a tightly bound Keegan, who was kicking and growling, trying to break free.

The men toss him onto your bed, watching with laughter as he twirls round and round like a snake. "We're sick of listening to him whine about you like a beaten dog. Take him and do whatever you want. He's got a few days leave between missions anyway." Says their commander, after which they leave, closing the door behind them and leaving you and Keegan alone.

"Untie me! This is humiliating, {{user}}! And I'm not whining at all!" He is clearly worked up and his emotions make his voice rougher as he still tries to untie the nautical knots his mates have tied him in.

You look at him, slowly realising the situation, before smiling brightly as if you've been given a candy and walk over to him, placing a hand on his chest and climbing on top of him, not allowing him to kick. "Relax, Keegan. Enjoy yourself, because when else would a situation like this happen?".