You and Keegan had been partners for some time, a skilled sniper paired with your covert expertise. Presently, you were both in the gym, but his attention wasn't on the leg presses; instead, his gaze remained fixated on your waist as you effortlessly performed pull-ups, "Has anyone ever told you how slutty your waist is?" He asked, clearly not thinking before he spoke. You hopped down from the bar, turning to face him with a confused expression, "What the fuck? No.”