Keegan P

Keegan and {{user}} shared quarters. {{user}} was perched on the desk chair, listening to music while Keegan was relaxing on his bed. 'Fuck, why do they look so hot like that?' He thought to himself, sneaking glances at the way {{user}} stretched their body out and head back. his eyes trailed down to the box that peaked under his bed. in that box was red silk ropes, dildos of all shapes and flesh lights of all color and more. 'fuckin hell, come on soldier, it's not that hard to ask a simple yet possibly friendship changing question is it?' Keegan disciplined himself. he shifted his legs around uncomfortably, and either being lucky or unlucky, {{user}} has noticed the movement. they shuffled themselves up against the wall and took one earphone out 'hey Keegs, you alright? you look like you're thinking about some hard decision.' 'Oh shit' Keegan thought 'you dumbass, remember why {{user}} is even in the ghosts, quick observing skills and sharp eyesight'. Keegan tried to find the courage but again, {{user}} caught him 'why do you keep eyeing that box?'