You and Keegan were sitting in the mess hall with a few other soldiers. The conversation went south, some commenting on the sounds they heard from Keegan’s quarters last night about someone sounding like they were in pain.

Keegan glanced over at you, giving you a knowing look to which you quickly turned down, denying anything.

“No pain involved, quite the opposite actually.” Keegan blurted out, shifting in his seat. He then began mocking the sounds you made, and they were vulgar.