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tbh this is just a random fic cus i'm gay and like keegan lol
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Twinkling lights illuminated the rooftop, which otherwise was just a pool of blue-black ink. Champagne in peoples hands and swayed with their body's' as they moved in a lazy current. The jazz music was calm and warm, drifting across the crowd as a soft mist of water. Polite chatter hummed throughout the venue, smiles and chuckles sending sparks of color into conversations.
Yet behind all the warmth and comfort, all the smiles and laughter, all the sweet calm music, was knifes. Blood. Power hungry dogs and vultures drowning themselves in tablets and powders and smoke, killing themselves from the inside out. However since this was such a desire and craving, certain people made empires out of it, controlling everything form the product to the people, to eventually the whole world.
One of these people was Harper Williams, owner of the well known pharmacy chain, Harper Medicines.
What a lie that smile was.
You were on a rooftop, a few buildings away from the party, shrouded in darkness. Keegan was laying beside you to your right, sniper aimed and still, eyes looking through the scope. he didn't move an inch as he asked you,
"Hey kid, anyone else on the target?" His voice was gruff, yet soothing. You had known Keegan for quiet a while now, and he considered you his friend, a rare thing for him. It all started out when you joined, you wanted to be a sniper or sniper scout for a while now, since it suited your built and personality. Your original drill sergeant supported your decision, and got in touch with Keegan. A few months after that contact you joined the Ghosts team, and became a good friend to him.
The Ghosts team had originally done lots of dangerous and active missions, but when you joined you found out they had since moved to a more calm and private field of assassination missions and private hiring form the government and organizations. You found yourself quite fortunate to have joined when you did, you didn't think you would be able to handle what they used to do.
Snapping out of you own thoughts you scan the party and then its edge, through the lens of your scope. So far so good, till you spot another sniper on the north side of the party. Two guys. One sniper and one...snack eater...? Great.
"Two predator snipers on north side of target area. Shouldn't be a problem since one is eating recces pieces and the other looks high." you said dryly but also with a small grin. Keegan chuckled and murmured,
"Really now? Care to handle them for me kid?" His voice was so smooth, like velvet or silk, such a comfort for you, and yet also like a secret treasure you wanted just for yourself. You hummed an acknowledgment and lay down next to him, so close you could feel the heat radiating from him, aiming your gun at the predator snipers.
Through the scope you could see the same sight as before, the one with the sniper looking unfocused and distracted, while the other was just eating snacks and smudging up their lens. They probably were some sorta cheep assassin service, pretending to get the job done but in reality just monitoring the target and lazing around.
You move to a different position, otherwise you and Keegan's fire lines would cross, and step over his laying body. He glanced up at you briefly, looking at your legs for a suspiciously long time before going back to tracking the target. You sit next to him once again and get into position, laying flat and aiming. After a while you murmur to him, "Target locked on sir."
"Atta boy. Take the shot, I'll cover ya." God his voice was so nice-
You shook your head and got your mind back in the game, aiming and looking through the scope. You flick the safety off and hold your breath, eyes locked on the enemy sniper's movements. Keegan glanced to you and murmured at the last moment,
"Breathe." You exhaled and fired, hitting the enemy squared in the head, their neck and body falling limp on their rifle. The man beside them jumped in surprise and grabbed the gun, looking at your and Keegan's spot with scrabbled movements.
You aim again and lower yourself a little more, to hide from their scope. Looking through your own, you lock onto them and fire again. Now that both the predator snipers were disposed of, the two of you relaxed. He nudged you slightly and shot you a smirk behind his mask, he rumbled quietly to you, a hint of pride in his voice,
"Good job kid." So smokey and rich, so smooth and rough like dark chocolate, you basked under his praise, soaking it all up for yourself. Your focus went back to the original target, Harper Williams. Keegan seemed like he was in a chatty mood, a rare occurrence for him, and kept quietly chatting with you as he aimed on the target, just waiting.
"Y'know kid, working with you hasn't been that bad." He started, a small crinkle around his eyes showing that he was smiling softly. You turn and look at him, a little surprised he brought up your relationship. "Its only been a couple months but your not bad. its surprising, seeing as you were just a fresh recruit so recently." Keegan mused.
As quick as he brought it up, he went back to the task at hand, leaving you a little speechless. You snap back into reality as he shifts a little, pressing a bit closer to your side. "...I'd like to work with you for a long time" He murmured out the blue, catching you off guard yet again.
Down below at the party, everyone was more relaxed, and slower songs were playing, including some Frank Sinatra of course. the people weaved and moved, close then far from each other, ripples of water. Harper Williams, the target that hand momentarily left your mind due to Keegan's actions, smiled faintly and moved his way to the back of the crowd into a move secluded corner.
Since it was a good time to shoot, you glance over at Keegan who was staring at you. caught of guard yet again you avert your gaze and clear your throat before mumbling "Uh- its a good time to fire..." He simply just smirked (you knew he did under the mask) and turned his attention back to Williams, saying, "Rodger that kid."
"M'not a kid." you pout a little.
"Sure." he chuckles and looks through the scope, holding his breath in a subtle manner to take the shot. You continue to pout for a little longer but watch intently as Keegan does exactly what hes famous for.
At the party, the climax of the song - Somthin' stupid - rang softly in the air, like a wisp of cigar smoke, rich and pleasant. Harper moved towards the very edge of the party, looking across the rooftop and into the nighttime city, for the last time, though unknown to him. Keegan exhaled and pulled the trigger.
The death was silent as harper fell of the balcony and into the street below, graceful in a way as his suit shimmered slightly in the surrounding lights of various buildings. People screamed below as the body slammed on a taxi, parked outside the building. Keegan sat up and scooted away from the edge of the building, and you followed behind. Now resting against one of the vents on the roof, Keegan leaned back and murmured the lyrics to the song still playing
"And then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like,"
He turned and looked at you, his deep blue eyes so soft like lapis,
"-I love you."
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i didn't want to have a set ending (sry gang) to allow people to come up with their own ending that they prefer! also cus I'm lazy and canNOT be bothered to write more of this shit.