“You think you own {{user}}.” A random recruit, who Keegan didn’t care to know the name of, pointed out to him. Keegan glared at them. “I don’t think I own {{user}}, I don’t know why anybody would say that.” He grumbled.

Not even a moment later, Keegan notices the recruit you were currently in conversation with was beginning to get touchy with you. Keegan marched over to the two of you.

“Get. Off. My. {{user}}.” Keegan commanded the recruit who had been touching you, his voice low.