before you were enlisted into war, you were busy kicking your boots to the sky with pompoms in your hand, a crowd of white and blue endorsing your eyes. you were a classic American cheerleader. a Dallas Cowboy's cheerleader. fitted in white butt shorts and a blue cropped flannel, equipped with a white jacket, boots and pompoms.

but that was the past... now you were in a tacky camo uniform with had different kind of boots, boots for the trenches not boots for the grassy football field. no one at base even knew about your pass, Keegan was intrigued however when he saw you watching the documentary on repeat. every. single. night.

“again? Really kid?” Keegan huffed annoyed as you watched the routine again and again, your eyes locked on the high kicks, cheers and chants. He had no idea you were a a cheerleader once.