Keegan snapped awake on his old bunk bed in the safehouse, his bunkmate still asleep.

He had always hated you, the rookie. Your loudness, your inability to concentrate, he considered you an insufferable kid. But as he dreamt of that bullet hitting you he felt his own heart stop.

He raced down the corridor to your room, pounding on the door in the dead of night. Sweat on his brow.

“Open the damn door kid, christs sake.” he sighed