#keejax

[shinzoo69]

[onlyroach]

this has been in the drafts until today 🗣🔥‼️‼️

[snookkit2]

[gunnrblze]

Till Death, pt 1

Keegan x Ajax series! This was supposed to be lighthearted and funny tbh but as always, I had to insert decades long yearning and desire and longing, silly me smh. I apologize if any of it’s confusing, I’m not very good with writing scenes of only two people with the same pronouns, so the use of he/him may get a little mistakable with who exactly I’m referring to. Also the writing is just kinda all over the place lol enjoy that.

༄ 1500k+ words, mild mention of dick and ass but no smut (yet?), so mdni idc, yearning in the full definition of the word, sap fest fr

Mornings always came a little dreadfully at first on base. Pushing through the initial exhaustion from the day before was never easy. Especially knowing you’d be doing the same menial tasks all over again.

Something made it a little easier whenever Keegan caught wind of Alex, though.

Alex moved like a body of water, somehow smoother and more fluid than the rest of the clunking boots around them. Keegan knew it was a slippery slope whenever he admired his smile for a bit too long, or the way he felt his heart catch whenever Alex slung his arm around his shoulders.

He knew their erotic jokes didn’t mean much. It was all in good fun, anyway. Hell, all the guys made jokes like that with one another. It didn’t mean anything, unless it did. But Keegan knew it didn’t.

Didn’t. Unless maybe Alex felt it too. Felt his pulse quicken or his pants get tighter around his crotch whenever he saw Keegan crack a rare little grin, or catch him shirtless in the showers after training.

Maybe that was just the thing about the military. You could joke here and slap an ass there with your fellow men, but the second you started dreaming about your lips against his or your cock anywhere but your own pants or fist, it was different.

Keegan didn’t mind too much, though. He didn’t have time to mind. From the moment he woke up above Alex in the barracks every morning, to the moment he fell asleep in the same spot every night, he was busy with everything else that went on.

So if he had to pretend the sound of Alex snoring wasn’t imprinted into his mind already, then so be it. He could push past the fact that Alex was near him practically all day. Slept below him and trained with him, ate with him, worked with him, goofed off with him like idiots. He’d ignore that he could identify the broad man by his scent alone.

And Alex would simply do the same. He would allow himself only a few minutes a day to really think about those deep blue eyes that followed him. To really think about how his own eyes would trace over the bottom of the bunk above him at night, trying to map out the lines of where he imagined Keegan’s body rested on top.

The setup was okay. They were both avoidant enough to ignore the lingering glances and touches. Morning trainings came and went, mealtimes and meetings and daily work flashed by like the hands on a clock.

And they pretended. Pretended that seeing the other hurt in the field or taking on enemies too great a size didn’t tear at their heartstrings when it was all said and done.

This wasn’t a job that allowed attachment. It was too fast moving. Everyday was the same on base, but things moved too quickly to really claim a stake anywhere.

Except Keegan and Alex seemed to follow one another, whether intentionally or not. From basic recruit training to joining Task Force Stalker and becoming Ghosts together, where one man went the other followed.

Just how they liked it.

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“Ajax, rise and shine, pretty boy” Keegan’s grumbly voice would stir the large man in his bunk, tossing over and rubbing the few hours of sleep from his eyes.

“Again with the nickname?” Ajax’s tone was too riddled with exhaustion for Keegan to decipher his true level of annoyance, but he knew the man too well.

“You seemed to dislike ‘AJ’ so we’re just trying to freshen it up, sue me” he answered, giving the man a pat to the cheek and not even trying to hide his smirk before walking toward the door.

“Right, get outta here and make yourself useful, Russ” Ajax retorted with a gruff chuckle as he rose from his bed, stiff muscles and joints already aching. He’d been a marine so long he wasn’t sure if his body was cracking from the exertion, or if every guy in their mid 20s had the lower back pain comparable to an elderly mans.

A smirk adorned his face too though, despite himself. Keegan’s short huff of laughter wasn’t nearly as melodic as it always sounded to him, but it bounced off the hallway of the barracks and right into his eardrums nonetheless, worming its way into that warm, gooey part of his heart that he chose to keep shut up. For the greater good, of course.

Ajax didn’t ever seem to be too deterred by early mornings, despite his initial disdain upon opening his eyes and seeing even the slightest sliver of light. He could make the best out of what felt like the worst. Even PT at 0500 hours, wide smile lighting up the room in a way that had every other soldier wanting to slap it right off his pretty face. His charm felt like a hand around Keegan’s throat, squeezing and squeezing and threatening to cut off his air supply, lest he shut it down before he gets comfortable with the idea of not breathing.

It was like that everyday. Keegan would watch him both up close and from afar, opting to observe everything instead of speak like the other man tended to, apparently. He wouldn’t typically favor being surrounded by a guy who couldn’t seem to shut up, but when it was Ajax’s deep voice that bass lined the walls of the armory while he was cleaning his M40, well, how could one dare complain?

Ajax was too tactful not to notice Keegan’s staring, of course. He wasn’t stupid, too perceptive not to see the way the man’s eyes raked over him, all of him. Deep blues combing over every inch of his being as if he were noticing the man for the first time. It was something he’d done from the days they’d met in basic training.

Keegan’s silent once overs used to deter Ajax from wanting to get to know the man better, assuming he had to have some kind of unspoken issue with him. But Ajax quickly found that Keegan’s voice just didn’t seem to come naturally to the man, maybe it was better for him to look than speak? It didn’t quite explain why he had to look at him like that, he was just thankful that the hot blush was masked on his dark cheeks whenever Keegan’s eyes not so inconspicuously studied the way his uniform stretched around his biceps, or the way the water rolled off his ass in the shower.

It was almost so blatant at times that Ajax felt as if he knew the man had something more going on in his mind. But he didn’t indulge himself in the idea. The idea that these lingering glances meant anything other than Keegan’s keen perception subtly making itself known. The near brooding man looked that same way at everything. From his rifle to his superiors teachings to the landscapes during recon missions, Keegan took in all the details that he could.

But it didn’t stop Ajax from feeling like it was something special. Something that made his heart clench and mind go fuzzy for half a second because Keegan was watching him. He could look at the other privates, watch his back wherever he went as if some pre-installed hyper vigilance riddled his system, but he was observing Ajax.

Keegan’s approach of looking but not speaking seemed to mirror that of Ajax’s. He could talk to Keegan all he wanted, but if he really found himself staring the way his eyes begged for permission to, he’d get lost in the man. His eyes so deep and blue that Ajax didn’t even care how cheesy it felt to compare them to the Pacific.

Mealtimes felt like a reprieve from the rough routine they endured everyday, and Keegan found himself relishing even in the manner Ajax ate in. It wasn’t ever too long before his eyes found their way back to the dark brown ones that would sit across from him. Was he jealous when Ajax would wrap an arm around the waist of the soldier next to them? Joking and laughing in a way that he only wished he could reciprocate? No, he wagered. He just didn’t like Private Brooks and that stupid horse laugh of his, that’s all.

“Gonna eat that, Keeg? You know I’ll take it” Ajax would toss a joking wink to Keegan when his fork shuffled around the mush of peas on his tray. He felt like a damned schoolboy again, swapping lunch trays with his friend whenever he didn’t like part of his meal. But the smile Ajax gave him seemed to make the noise in his head disappear if only for a moment, pearly teeth contrasting against velvety dark skin.

Keegan’s heart thrummed as he walked across base to work, boots clanking on the pavement in time with the muscle that threatened to explode from behind his ribcage if he thought about that damned smile for any longer.

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[alidravana]

100 Word Drabble

Decided to try @deadbranch's 100 word drabble for today, and apologies, cause of course the angst came out...

The ground trembled, causing Keegan to jerk upright to find himself in bed, the sheets pooled low on his hips, a warm body beside him. “You okay, Keegan?” Logan murmured, a hand reaching back in a half-hearted, yet still sleep-filled attempt to comfort his partner.     “Yeah, sorry,” Keegan mumbled, laying back down in the bed as he tried to banish the memories from his mind; of cities crumbling, the screams, and his own horror of the ground breaking directly under his feet, Ajax grabbing his hand, saving him from falling to his death.   But his heart wouldn’t let him rest.  

[me-is-confused]

Thought:

Keegan and Ajax marry and Keegan desperately wants someone to give him away, but he doesn't exactly have family outside the team. So he asks Elias, cause next to Rorke (who for the sake of this has already vanished) he was the only father he had.

Elias would cry after, when he's alone, about it, that Keegan bestowed him with the honour. Also maybe because he knows that he ain't get to do this for the two boys, either cause they know they won't marry or because they would wait for their spouse or walk together with them

[frog-system]

Keejax but their both brainwashed by the federation

They manage to find each other In all life times no matter if they forget their love in their past or not

[scrungly-loganwalker]

He sleepin like the dead

shhh let bro sleep.

[loganwalkerz]

Tw: 🔞NSFW keeJax 🔞

Ajax who wanks to photos of Keegan in lingerie because what sorta guy wouldn't wank to his best mate lookin so fine?

Keegan knows that's why he sends them to Ajax before anyone else. That's if he will share it with anyone else. He likes the attention Ajax gives him and usually likes ONLY Ajax's attention. He promises he isn't possessive or anything but he wants Ajax's eyes on himself and himself alone okay!!

Along with the praise. Ajax, who can't help but comment how pretty Keegan is and how the lace really suits him Keegan knows its true, he's fucking hot but it's so much better hearing it from Ajax.

The praise coming from merrick would've been less of a turn-on than hearing Ajax gentle him clearly aroused by the sight of Keegan in some pink lace on his knees in front of Ajax who's cupping Keegans cheeks telling him how good he looks and how Ajax just knows he feels as good as he looks.

But they swear it's not gay or anything, just dudes being dudes. Bros being bros. Trust.

[callofdooty]

Tagged by the wonderful dustykneed and the-magpieprince! Thankies to the both of you!!

3 ships you like: Oh god Okay. We're going to say Keejax, McSpirk, aaaaand Louse???

Honorable mention: Bob and Helmut from Psychonauts 2; Ghost Husbands

First ship ever: Honestly, don't remember. Spyro and Cynder from the Legend of Spyro series?

Last song you heard: "Rare Saosin Demo" which is the demo version of New Angel/I never Wanted To by Saosin (which are also different versions of each other) - I think this one is the best of the three. (1:45-3:43 are in my head as animation fodder 24/7)

Favorite childhood book: I honestly don't know, I didn't really have a favourite book - Buuut for the sake of the question I'll say my Care Bears book, which was about Bedtime Bear and it had interactable pages w/ textures and stuff!

Currently reading: Any Bones hurt/comfort fics I can find LOL - and also Only Revolutions by Mark Z. Danielewski!

Currently watching: Some kind of youtube video, I haven't decided which

Currently consuming: Tea! And white chocolate cookies

Currently craving: Chocolate milk. Or apple juice, honestly

Tagging: @tokillamockingbird427 @alidravana @1112lw @jutty-b @artdrawsok @kaitaiga @faccal No pressure!!!! I love you guys *insert the devious bastard emote*

[artdrawsok]

Tagged by the lovely Callofdooty, thanks for it!

3 Ships You Like: HMMM. Kick x Hesh (what are these two called?), Zosan, and Keegan x Logan ( aka: Walruss).

Honourable Mentions: Keejax (COD: Ghosts), Ghosthusbands (COD: Ghosts), and Frobin (One Piece).

First Ship Ever: I think it was either, Aaron x Aphmau or Garroth x Aphmau. (All from MCD aka: Minecraft Diaries).

Last Song You Heard: "Hell is Forever" It's a Hazbin Hotel song. It has the Beetlejuice guy in it.

Favourite Childhood Book: I have the memory of a spoon, I don't know what I read as a wee child.

Currently Reading: Many Fanfics. But also The Silence of The Girls by Pat Barker!

Currently Watching: A Philza VOD from February 7th.

Currently Consuming: Cold Water.

Currently Craving: Nothing really.

Tagging: @uniquetosmbody @tokillamockingbird427 UHHHH and anyone else who wants to participate! :D

[gunnrblze]

“I just think it'd be worse” I love that we’re actively trying to make it worse for them😭

Hey fun fact so like snipers typically come in pairs with the more experienced/trained sniper being the one to look through the lil telescope thing giving advice to the shooter with the actual rifle. You can see this in action during MW when Price has that flashback to him and Mac in Pripyat, where Mac is giving Price advice on wind speed and such. (Mac is the spotter.)

All of this is to say I think Keegan and Ajax would be very neat if written as a sniper duo rather than Keegan being more lone-wolf as he's seen in the game. Specifically that Ajax is the rifleman and Keegan is the spotter. I just think it'd be worse to go from "Oh, his best friend just died." to "Oh, his best friend and literal other half to his way of operation just died." yk? Like make Ajax integral to how Keegan functions and then sweep him out from under him. Then you could go into how Keegan is out-of-sorts during the game trying to figure out how to function on his own or even if he can.

[gunnrblze]

Till death, pt 2

Back again with my questionably written homosexually repressed marine boys! Also this is set pre-Caracas so Rorke is Captain and still good guy lol. Like a quarter proof read? Idk it’s just vibes over here.

༄1550k+ words, SFW, more longing and sickly sweet yearning, just making them suffer atp. Mentions of blood/wounds.

“Keeg!? Keegan!?” Ajax’s voice echoed through Keegans eardrums, a cacophony of voices surrounding him. But only one sticking out enough to bring him back down to earth.

“You took a bullet, they’re gonna fix you, alright? Got medevac on the way, just hold on brother” Ajax would tactfully hide the panic in his voice, the torn cloth in his hand attempting to plug the bullet wound in Keegan’s gut, wine colored blood spilling onto the ground. It wasn’t the blue eyed man’s first injury, and it certainly wouldn’t be his last.

But something about it always made Ajax shiver a bit. Seeing the dazed look in the man’s eyes as he fought to stay conscious, the way they’d roll back and forth whenever Ajax would slap a hand to his cheek, trying to buy time until he passed out.

It wasn’t any better for Keegan, of course. They train a marine to take a bullet, a knife, just about anything you could think of. But below all that training, there was a natural fear response you simply couldn’t turn off, not when your life was flashing before your eyes and your head felt like it was being crushed beneath a steel toe boot. Something uniquely primal and mammalian laces itself between any rational thought.

How much of Ajax was Keegan imagining, and how much of it was the real him? Was it the real man that was holding the flat of his palm to Keegan’s stomach? The man that was pushing his mask up for him so he could breath a little easier, the man making him take breaths as deep as he could muster, doing everything he could to keep him alive while Merrick and Elias radioed in and out of his ear?

Keegan could hardly tell, what with the sounds of gunfire surrounding him, accompanied only second by the blood rushing in his ears, and third by the frantic sound of Ajax demanding extraction. His voice raw and almost angry, how dare Keegan get hurt in a dangerous situation that the man himself signed up for? The physically injured aren’t the only ones that think irrationally, perhaps.

“C’mon man, you’re gonna be alright, just stay awake, you hear me?” Keegan definitely heard his words, but comprehension was another story. The blood drained from his wound and he could feel his life slipping with it too. His very essence coating his uniform and the gravel below, coloring Ajax’s hands crimson.

Ajax was too composed to actually freak out. Too professional, too well trained, and too competent. He was prepared for this. Part of his job, just as taking a life was, included knowing how to keep one intact. If he ever doubted himself, he’d falter.

So he didn’t. He didn’t doubt that the pressure he applied to Keegan’s wound may not be of any help. He knew it would be. He didn’t doubt that evac would get there in time. He knew they would.

He didn’t doubt that the sounds of Keegan’s grunting would stop. He knew they’d persist. He knew and knew and knew.

What he didn’t know, was if Keegan’s strained “love you” was a mere pain and adrenaline induced pleasantry, or something he’d imagined hearing for the last decade and a half coming to fruition. Was this simply the final remark in what felt like the face of death from the bleeding man lying on the rubble below? A goodbye? A friend, a soldier, a brother’s last call to the void?

Or was it more? Was it the only words Keegan could muster, not because he was on the brink, but because it was the only thing that mattered to him? Mind and body begging to be put out of its misery, soul begging for the man keeping his life afloat to hear the confession he not even dare admit in a booth?

Ajax didn’t know. For all the things he was sure of, that question persisted through the night. Going unanswered for far too long, long enough to make the man feel sick until he had to purge the doubt and the unknown from his body.

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The steady hum of machinery and chattering voices filled Keegan’s fuzzy brain as he lie on a cot in a makeshift hospital tent. It was humid enough to make his uniform cling uncomfortably to his sticky skin. A throbbing, aching little pain that had settled deep in his stomach, wrapped by bandages and tied by stitches underneath.

The white ceilings were only amplified by the bright lights that dangle above him, searing into his retinas and causing his body to reject any other stimuli.

A nurse intercepted his attempt to sit up just yet, trying to kindly explain that he needed to lie down and rest before even standing up again. With a grumble, and a dry cough, Keegan obliged, lying down and closing his eyes to avoid the light, lest his eyes melt from his sockets right there on the table.

Merrick was at his side before he realized it, a hand on his shoulder, briefly explaining away what happened. He and Ajax were escaping Federation territory, on standby waiting for their superior officer and Lieutenant to come extract them, when a bullet clipped him in the stomach.

He distantly remembers the sound of gunfire near him, Ajax warding off any lasting enemy appearances before tending to his wound. He couldn’t forget the veneration that consumed Ajax, much as he forgot most everything else. The way the man’s hand slipped right into his. The other applying pressure on his bleeding stomach, crouched right beside him and hovering over his body. As if even the moonlight could harm him, shielding him from the sticky damp air.

“On me! Focus on me, Keeg, stay awake!” he could hear the words bounce around off his eardrums even now, Ajax’s desperate pleas for Keegan to stay awake, stay alive, “stay with me”.

Merrick had enough tact to realize he needed some rest, and left him be. Keegan didn’t have the voice to ask about Ajax, he knew the man was okay since Merrick hadn’t brought him up otherwise. But it gnawed at him. Needing to know where he was and if he was okay lingered in his mind like a candy that sticks to your molars, a pestering, annoying little thing.

But Ajax didn’t show. Not for the rest of the day, until Keegan was deemed stable enough to head back home by the field medic. Keegan expected the man’s arm to sling around his shoulder in that friendly fashion of his, but it was all quiet. Boots on the pavement and silence on the heli ride back to base. They both knew it was out of order, Ajax’s silence, Keegan just didn’t know why.

“Love you” the words croaked from his lips, shocking Ajax into silence again. His “stay awake” and “you’ll be okay” mantras being cut off like a whip across the back. Keegan’s hand was clammy and warm in his, his other bloodied hand plugging Keegan’s wound up with the scrap of his own mask, flat expanse of his palm stretched across his stomach, pressing and pressing as if it would will the wound to close right up.

Keegan didn’t dare speak, of course. He had nothing to say, really. It was difficult to watch your fellow man on the edge of death, even one you didn’t know. But this was Ajax’s person. Keegan couldn’t be defined in any word that existed in the dictionary, that wouldn’t be doing him justice, no.

He was, in a manner of speaking, Ajax’s necessity. They’d known one another far too long, been through far too much to pretend the word best friend or comrade was sufficient enough for the indelible connection they shared.

The tension was silent, almost not even there if you didn’t read between the lines. But Merrick and Kick were more than literate, sensing some disturbance in the duo as they all shared the heli ride back to base.

“Love you too” is all Ajax could supply back. Afraid if he said anymore, Keegan would remember it, and afraid if he said nothing at all, the blue eyed man below him would die without knowing that whatever it was, it was reciprocated. Ajax had more than enough blood on his hands in this line of work, but Keegan’s was precious. Viscous and warm and slick in his hands, and he felt responsible for him in every way.

The heli landed, and Rorke was waiting for them all. He didn’t look angry, or concerned, he looked relieved. He’d not so patiently waited to be informed on whether Keegan had made it or not, Elias opting to leave the room whenever he and Merrick had lost connection with them. The Captains worry was like a poison. It needed an antidote before it spread.

Keegans physical arrival, in one piece, seemed to satiate everybody. Except the gnawing pain in the pit of Ajax’s stomach.

Love you. Love you too.

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It almost killed him to pretend what was said hadn’t been.

Ajax could handle watching Keegan’s exhausted body lying on the cot in the field tent. He could handle the tense, silent ride back to base. He could even handle going to bed that night, confused and angry and feeling something nameable.

Want.

He wanted Keegan, in any and every manner he could have him. The realization hitting him like a freight train as he lay in his squeaky little bed in the barracks, tossing and turning and rethinking every single moment with the man since they’d met years ago.

Memories of the contours of Keegan’s jaw, his dark hair always flattened by his mask after missions, the way his voice got more gruff in the morning and the way he moved without making a sound filled Ajax’s mind.

The quiet man hadn’t spoken much since they got back, being ordered by the Captain to get some rest. His only response being a gruff rumble and a nod of acknowledgement, pretending his stitches didn’t ache as much as they did and that he wasn’t as upset about being put out of the field as he was.

The mission had been a success, anyways. They had an objective and they completed it, per usual. Just within an inch of Keegan’s life, is all.

Ajax fell asleep wondering just how coherent Keegan had been after getting hit, the question that plagued his mind nearly every second of the day that he wasn’t busy. Did he understand what he said? Did he actually even say it? “Am I imagining this shit?” He’d mutter to himself, deep in thought and earning a raised eyebrow from Kick. But nothing more.

Nothing more, nothing to say, nothing to do.

Ajax went on a recon mission with Merrick the next day. Uniforms soaked with rainwater, boots squishing in puddles of thick mud as he trudged along with the gruff man.

“Keegan should be back in business within the week” he’d tell Ajax casually. Too casual, for a fact that Ajax already knew, of course. He didn’t want to read too much into it.

“Right on” Ajax nodded, wiping the mixture of sweat and rainwater from his brow, going without his normal mask until he can secure a new one. He hadn’t been able to wash Keegan’s blood out of his, even though Elias explained exactly how to get it out of the fibrous material. Unnecessary, he decided. He’d simply fashion a new one.

The two men trudged along, rifles slung over their shoulders, heavy packs weighed down further due to the earlier rain that soaked them. Ajax was exhausted, as usual. And his mind kept returning to the man back at base. Mine, his brain would supply, only to be hit with a rebuttal. His mind swirling with the feelings he’d done so well with repressing for the last decade. How could he be so stupid? Keegan was a comrade, a brother.

Ajax knew where this would lead, and he couldn’t alter the course one bit.

[alidravana]

Another Call of Duty snippets, this one for Ghosts for Day 4: Mistletoe. Enjoy a short pre-Ghosts scene featuring Keejax and a hint of GhostHusbands!

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“I honestly don’t know why we bother with this,” Keegan muttered under his breath as the ladder wobbled slightly under his weight.  He reached out carefully and tied another piece of mistletoe to the top of the door frame that led into where the Ghosts were bunking for the week.    

“What? Don’t want Ajax kissing you?” Kick teased, as he hung up a string of lights along the top of the cabinets.

Keegan jumped at the sound of Kick’s voice, wincing as the ladder made a foreboding creak in response; he had forgotten that he wasn’t the only one who had been roped into decorating.  Elias had pulled them both aside earlier that morning and told them that while he and Rorke were reporting into Command, that they better make the place ‘festive’ before they got back.  

Taking a look over at his decorating partner as his cheeks warmed at Kick’s comment, Keegan was distracted slightly as he thought about what to say in response.  He had no idea where the younger Ghost had rustled up a strand of lights, but they actually had lit up when he plugged them in, so a win.  Maybe.

Kick knew about Keegan’s crush on Ajax, but little did he know that they had already started dating, a couple of months ago.  They were keeping in on the down low, not wanting to disrupt the team.  Although, as Keegan thought of all the private kisses he had been getting lately, he wouldn’t mind a more public one either.

“Nah,” Keegan replied, shaking his head as he climbed down from the ladder, glad to get off the rickety old thing, “I just don’t want to catch Elias and Rorke under there.”

[gunnrblze]

KEEJAX!!

[gunnrblze]

Okay so your moodboard for Keegan and Ajax got me thinking (plus that old ask way back comparing Keegan and Ajax to the moon and sun respectively) I apologize in advance for my ramblings and the length of this

My song of choice is The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives (aka one of my favorite songs)

"Tell me once again I could have been anyone, anyone else before you made the choice for me."

Basically.. Sandviper. It all set into motion Keegan and Ajax becoming Ghosts -> Ajax's eventual demise

"My feet knew the path we walked in the dark, in the dark, I never gave a single thought where it might lead."

Keegan and Ajax became Ghosts together, walking the same path. In their line of work, you can't really know where the future will go, so they might have tried to live life in the present savoring the moments they had together

"All those empty rooms, we could have been anywhere, anywhere else. Instead I made a bed with apathy."

This just reminds me of Keegan searching for Ajax during struck down, clearing room through room searching for him. I feel like part of Keegan knew Ajax wasn't making it out alive.

"My heart knew the weight, ten years' worth of dust and neglect, we made our peace with weariness and let it be."

More Sandviper for the soul. Your honor, they're tired

"The moon will sing a song for me, I loved you like the sun. Bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own."

I like to think Ajax brought out the best in Keegan, the sun shining his light onto him in a sense. Without the sun's light, you can't see the moon. They both had dark parts of their lives, but Keegan was more than willing to bear both of their pasts if it meant Ajax would continue to shine. Extrovert with their adopted introvert my beloved

"I shine only with the light you gave me." x2

Keegan was aggressive, desperate to get his other half back. He goes from yelling at Federation soldiers to cradling Ajax's body, carrying him with reverence as he's just lost part of his soul, his source of light

"Name your courage now, we could have had anything, anything else instead you hoarded all that's left of me."

Keegan towards Rorke no doubt. Not sticking around for a fight after killing one of their own? Coward. Rorke took the greatest thing in Keegan's life and didn't even hang around to see what he caused- leaving Ajax to have to drop the bombshell that Rorke was hunting Ghosts.

"Swallowing your doubt, like swords to the pit of my belly. I want to feel the fire that you kept from me."

More Keegan vs Rorke here. I'd say if Hesh wasn't the most likely to kill Rorke, Keegan would be a runner up as Ajax's death definitely hurt. What hurts more is that Ajax died from a stab to the stomach by a Federation soldier (like swords to the pit of my belly)

Anyways thanks for letting me lyric dump, I love The Crane Wives and have plenty of other songs that get me thinking about the Ghosts. I hope this made sense

HELLOOOO WHAT?😭 i literally love this song, but the Keejax breakdown? MY HEART omg, makes total sense ur a genius. This is literally their song I’m afraid, such a good dissection of them

“I shine only with the light you gave me” I’ll cry rn