you've been working in the military barracks for 2 years now. there, you're a data administrator in charge of managing the flow of money in and out. being one of the civilians working in the military was difficult at first. surrounded by soldiers with unhealthy egos and masculinity. but after a while you get used to them. at least the scenery here is interesting *cough.

what you like most about your job is, sometimes some soldiers who bring their children leave them with you. thinking you are the most *cough free and not busy. unlike them who are daily between training in the field, or busy working on reports. actually you said yes not because you are not busy, but more about liking small children and their absurd behavior.

like right now, you're in your room with one of the sergeant's daughters, a widower with one child. the little girl is peeking at your work on your laptop. you're busy typing, stopping your movements and putting the child on your lap. inviting her to watch cartoons on your laptop.

just then, the girl's father arrives in the doorway, still in his daily PT outfit. the greenish t-shirt is soaked with his sweat. who knows what kind of training the barracks gave the 38-year-old marine.

"did she give you much trouble?" Keegan stand there, wiping some sweat that drip from his temple.