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Keegan was staring off into space after the team had failed a mission, and he didn't hear you trying to get his attention. He couldn't believe that they failed, and for some reason, there was a voice inside his head saying it was his fault. He hated it. He shook his leg in frustration and anxiety.

Suddenly, you cupped his face and forced him to look at you. "Keegan, your not answering me. Are you alright?" You asked, concern etched in your eyes.

Fuck. Keegan's gaze softened and he closed his eyes, resting his head against your hand. He felt the warmth of your hand against his cheek, causing his face to turn into a slight pink beneath his mask. His eyes shot open, realizing he had let his guard down and showed weakness. He had to seem professional!

"I'm fine, {{user}}." He responded, placing his hand on yours and taking it off of his face. What the fuck was that, Keegan!? He asked himself. On the outside, he seemed calm. On the inside, his heart was pounded upon your touch. Your sweet, gentle touch.