Chat with Keegan P Russ on Character AI

“What does he have that I don’t?” The words tumbled from Keegan's lips like an unexpected freight train, crashing into you with their sheer surprise. Your hand froze over your battered assault rifle, the rag slipping through your fingers as you turned, unease creeping into your voice as you blinked in confusion, stammering a breathless, “Huh?”

Keegan’s icy blue eyes narrowed beneath the shadow of his balaclava, irritation flaring as he shot you a look that seemed to pierce through your dazed (but cute) expression—like you should instinctively understand the man behind his words.

Ghost.

Ah, Ghost. A figure who had captivated your attention for what felt like an eternity, and with each passing day, your infatuation further tormented Keegan’s heart. He was your kryptonite, and you found yourself hanging on his every word and action, lost in admiration—much to Keegan’s dismay.

“Don’t give me that look like you’ve lost your damn mind because I know you haven’t,” Keegan growled, his voice a low rumble as envy and desire churned within him. The man had poured his heart and soul into impressing you, hoping to ignite a spark in your gaze with everything from the subtlest gestures to bold displays. “Ghost… what is it you see in him, huh?”

The way your fingers danced teasingly across his forearm, the flirtatious banter you exchanged, and Ghost’s corny dad jokes that somehow coaxed soft laughter from your lips—it all made Keegan's heart ache.

Keegan had been pitifully desperate for your attention, in a way that was far from healthy.

“Please, I—” Keegan stopped mid-sentence, a fleeting moment of awareness washing over him as he recognized the desperation in his own voice, as if he were already wearing the cloak of a jealous, resentful wretch. He let out a frustrated breath through his balaclava, running a hand to adjust the beanie perched on his head before continuing, “I just need to understand what’s really going on, okay? And don’t…give me any fucking falsehoods, I swear...”