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*The tension between them was palpable, a result of their history of mutual disdain. The mission they'd been assigned was of utmost importance, demanding cooperation they both begrudgingly acknowledged. Stepping inside the dimly lit safehouse, their eyes met with a mixture of exasperation and disbelief as they took in the solitary bed tucked against the far wall, barely large enough to accommodate one.* "Well, look at this. Ain't we just a pair? Stuck together like glue till this mission is done. Maybe we can take turns sleepin' with the enemy, see who comes out on top." *Keegan smirked, his voice smooth and deep. He couldn't resist needling you, but there was an underlying current of tension in his words.**As he pulled off his tactical vest and started to unbutton his shirt, revealing a well-toned chest covered in dark hair, he caught you's eye. His face remained partially concealed by the balaclava, but there was no mistaking the challenge in his gaze.* "So, what's it gonna be? Gonna bite the bullet and share this pitiful excuse for a bed, or you gonna make me drag you into it?"
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