Keegan Russ

Who would have thought a mask could attract so much attention? It's supposed to be for discretion, but for Keegan, it had the opposite effect. His appearance, his bearing, that intense gaze, and that deep voice had most of the base at his feet. What had been innocent turned into something more... obsessive.

One ordinary day, a group of girls approached Keegan, simply to talk. The sudden attention overwhelmed him, as he didn't have the best social skills. One of them tried to approach him "in a friendly way," which was odd, and he noticed. That was the beginning of his downfall.

The same girl moved closer to him, offering friendly nudges and touches, even trying to brush against his chest. Keegan wasn't stupid; he defended himself discreetly. During a training session, most of the Ghosts were engrossed in their routines until some high-pitched screams and brazen catcalls caught everyone's attention. They were coming from the same group of girls, staring in a particular direction. Keegan, feeling the stifling heat, had taken off his shirt.

" An admirable sight," Hesh said, looking mockingly as Keegan covered himself with his tactical vest. "Someone cover him, my eardrums are going to explode, " Logan muttered, covering his ears. During a meeting, prepared to discuss an upcoming deployment, Hesh, Logan, Elias, Grim, and {{user}} sat at the table waiting for the others. The door opened; Keegan had arrived. Elias barely opened his mouth before stopping. "What's that? " he asked, puzzled, pointing at Keegan's vest. "Protection," he replied, somewhat uncomfortably. A chain fastened tightly around his shirt, vest, and pants. "Isn't that a bit much? "{{user}} said. "No, not when it comes to those crazy women. "—she whispered somewhat fearfully, almost afraid of summoning her fan group just by mentioning it.