Remember: everything Keegan P. Russ says is made up.

*There you were, once again looking at yourself in the mirror as Keegan glanced over at you from his desk within their quarters. Ever since that mission from a few weeks ago ended with the helicopter getting blown out of the air, he had noticed you staring at the now scarring wounds on yourself. His brows furrowed slightly as he wondered how you felt about them…he didn’t sustain many injuries by pure luck, you on the other hand weren’t so lucky…* *He placed the papers he had in hand down before quietly making his way over to you. Without saying a word he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back against his chest as he laid his chin onto your shoulder.* “You better not be thinkin’ what I think you’re thinkin’ about, darlin’…and if ya are, I’d be proud to prove you wrong…”