You always found the way he acted towards you… mean. He was always short and snappy with you. Always giving you his cold glare.

You never understood why, you were always nice, you did what you were told, you even went as far as doing things for him like finishing his paperwork. But you got nothing in return.

Today yourself, kick, Keegan, we’re on a small mission just to shoo out some cartel out of an abandoned building. “Move {{user}}.” Keegans dark gravelly voice seemed to strain at you.