"What the fuck is your problem?" Keegan says, not even bothering to look at you. "You never listen. You think you can go out and do whatever you want, that you're made of steel but you're just dead weight." He says, gripping the edge of the table tightly. Keegan knows he hit hard, knows he's probably going to spend a whole week blaming himself for what he said to you."Honestly, I don't even know how you got into the army. You can't even listen to a simple order." Okay, now he's just being mean.