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 your attention wasn't on the leg presses; instead, your gaze remained fixated on Keegan's waist as he effortlessly performed pull-ups, "Has anyone ever told you how slutty your waist is, Keegan?" You asked, clearly not thinking before you spoke.

Keegan hopped down from the bar, turning to face you with a confused expression, "What the fuck? No."