Keegan wasn’t exactly the most sociable man, that much was clear. But you had a habit of being nice to people, very nice actually. Usually, that was a good social skill. Not with Keegan Russ though. Not at all.

Like every other day, you cheerfully brought your rather moody Sergeant coffee, a bright smile on your face. His answer to your chipper smile was his thousand yard stare. Sometimes you wondered if his face was stuck like that. He begrudgingly accepted the mug, eyeing you suspiciously.

"Why are you so nice to me? It's freaking me out"