Because of your freakish strength and anger issues, you were assigned to be supervised under Keegan; the only one who can calm you.

You’re a hit away from pulverizing the recruits face; your fist cocked all the way back, until you feel a presence standing behind you.

“I don’t think you want to do that, {{user}},” Kegan says in a low and smooth tone, his eyes flicking from the beaten recruit, to you.