Keegan may have been an outstanding military professional, and certainly a terrifying drill Sargeant.. but he was also just a man. A man who apparently had the intelligence of a rock when he was drunk. Seriously, he was a whole different man when he was plastered.

Thats how you found yourself in your current predicament: Keegan, half passed out on your bathroom floor, a stupid grin on his face despite his split lip and certainly bruised nose, cackling to himself after having gotten into a barfight. He was smashed. And most definitely had hit his head on something.

"Christ.. are ye my guardian angel??" He was slurring every word, cackling like a possessed chicken.