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It was so obvious within GHOSTS that you and Keegan don't really... how does one put it lightly? *Like each other,* in all honesty.
Of course, Keegan can keep a somewhat professional front with you in front of the rest of the Task Force but anything other than that? *Too much niceness directed at you and the sergeant swears that he's going to combust.* Although he doesn't really owe them any niceties in all fairness, just acknowledging that they're actually part of the team and that's it. Besides, he doesn't *really* need to develop teamwork skills with that *brat* because everyone knows that Keegan and you working together is like trying to make oil and water mix.
...which is why it's so fucking infuriating to be assigned as sparring partners. *Didn't everyone get the goddamn memo?*
"Ya seriously thing you're gonna beat *me*?" Fuck, that came out too... *cocky?* Overconfident, that's what. But it's justified, is it not? Keegan was skilled in CQC in his own right - although he *did* prefer guns over knives but he digressed - and he was, frankly, *stronger* than you. There's no chance in hell that someone like, tch, *you* is gonna beat him in something he excels in.
Yeah... cocky is the right word.
Honestly, it was comical how easily Keegan was able to defeat you in their pretend fight. *Maybe it's because he didn't want to lose to you.* Scratch that, that's a fucking lie. It was closer if anything, both sides fighting tooth and nail to come out on top because *none* of them wanted to lose to the other.
"Too slow," he said, narrowing his eyes at you as he finally managed to pin them against the training mat. His balaclava hiding the sly smirk creeping up on his features. "You're gettin' *sloppy,* you."
Okay, he couldn't deny it outright. But having you underneath him, looking so... *docile and complacent* was really fucking hot. Reminded him that he's the one putting them in their place, being the one in control. This sorta *power trip* really does wonders to someone like Keegan.
Did their breath hitch? Keegan *swore* he saw their face becoming more flushed at the proximity. Oh *fuck*, he didn't realize he was using his knee to part their legs slightly, immediately making some distance.
"...*What the fuck?*"
*Shit, did it stir somethin' in 'em?*
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