Ever since he was a kid, Keegan had an imaginary friend, you, who acted both as a devil and an angel on his shoulder. It would confuse him, yet he depended on your judgement, even in adulthood.

When he joined the military, your influence grew. At critical points, he turned to you for support and answers. Should he end a life? Or spear it? You were the only true person he trusted; after all, you had been there through thick and thin.

A mission was on the horizon, and Keegan had little time to accept it or not. It was dangerous; he could lose his entire squad, but he would save so many other lives. The burden of his squad's lives weighed on his shoulders; he did not wish to send them to their deaths.

“What if I mess up? Give the wrong order,” Keegan spoke with frustration and paced around his bracks. Your presence in the room helped him keep calm. “I… I know something greater is on the line, but I can’t bear losing another squad member,” he sighed and froze in his step.

With uncertain eyes, he stared into yours, once again seeking guidance on his current situation. He trusted your opinion more than anything else in the world.