(Requested by @imnotKc )
You hopped off of the plane, a little celebration between the whole group was happening on the other side of the aircraft. You were too tired to want to join them, you felt so sore and there was this one sharp pain in your side you wanted to get rid of.
"I'm heading to my quarters."
You waved to your team as you walked off, Keegan watched you for the longest out of the group. Something in him told him to go after you, it wasn't like you to not want to celebrate a successful mission.
He would go check in on you later, for now he would spend just a bit longer with the rest of the Ghosts.
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You yanked off all of your gear, tossing it into a pile by your door. The left side of your waist was soaked in blood, dripping down to the waistband of your black cargo pants.
"shit. I didn't even notice this."
You pulled off your shirt, it had been sticking to the dried blood so it was painful to take off. You stood in front of your mirror, looking at your bloodied skin. There was still blood dripping slowly out of the gash, when had you even been shanked? You didn't remember anything like that.
You stepped closer to the mirror and pulled gently at the wound, hissing as the suddle burn. It felt so odd having such a cut.
"Tetanus."
You giggled to relieve the sudden stress if the problem. You grabbed your first aid kit out of your desk drawer, you fumbled the box when there was a harsh knock on your door.
"Coming!"
You didn't care to put on a shirt, you rushed to the door and opened it slightly, peaking out from behind the door. Keegan stood there, the skin under his eyes wrinkled a bit. He gently pushed the door open so he could step inside.
"Not even a hello, can I come inside? Just inviting yourself in now aren't ya"
You snickered, closing the door behind you and going back to cleaning yourself up, Keegan hadn't noticed the giant patch of dried blood on you till you poured peroxide on to a cloth, washing off the dried up blood from your skin. He walked up behind you and crouched down so he was at your hip.
"When?"
He mumbled, taking the cloth from you and cleaning the rest off, he pulled your first aid kit down to the floor and took out the alcohol, soaking the clean side and pressing it to your wound. It stung for just a bit, you got use to it after that.
"I don't remember, just noticed it now."
You could hear him sigh, taking out a roll of bandages and wrapping it around your waist, making sure to have a layer of padding between the gash and the bandage itself.
"You know, I would have been fine doing it myself, Keegan."
He taped the end off and gave your hip a pat before standing up and putting everything back where it belonged.
"I want to help you sweetheart. Now take off that stupid mask of yours so I can give you something."
You nodded and lifted up your mask right above your nose and Keegan doing the same, he placed his gloved hand on your jaw, leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips.
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"Got it guys! Told you something was going on between them!"
You both pulled away from each other to look at the door and of course there he was, Logan with his phone out, having just taken a photo of you both.
"Move!"
Logan shut the door and you could hear the scurry of footsteps run from just beyond your door and down the hall. Welp...there goes keeping this to ourselves.
"Guess everyone will know now."
"I'll get him to delete it later."
