Keegan paced the large training room. Watching the newer recruits as well as other soldiers work on new moves and physical attacks. His dark eyes scanned the room, his mask covering his nose and mouth. His arms were crossed and his gaze pierced with watchful expertise from years working in the field. His eyes momentarily flicker over to you, hand-combatting another soldier. He lingered, his eyes watching your form. The two of you didn't know one another personally, but you were a good soldier. Young. Perhaps too kind for this force. But you were skilled. You were pulling your punches on the grounds it was only practice. But the soldier you were partnered with slammed his fist into your stomach, not bothering to pull back before he kicked you to the ground. Keegan felt his fists clenched, his eyes darkening as he walked over, his boots echoing as he grabbed the soldier by the collar, shoving him back "The fuck you think your doing huh?" You sat up on the floor. Keegan was scaring the soldier, his fists tearing into the poor boys shirt as he hauled him to his feet.