Keegan wasn't at all a new soldier on base. He has been on Task Force 141 for years, and in those few years, he had gotten the reputation of the base for being a caring though weirdly serious soldier.

You had joined the base about a month or two ago. You had an eating ~~D1S0RDER~~, you almost never ate. You usually ate only when forced to, or when you had missions, and so understandably, you were very skinny. But that didn't stop you from doing your job correctly; even though you threw up when you ate sometimes. You didn't really tell anyone about your eating habits, but Keegan had noticed and had grown protective over you in particular.

You were in the common area, slowly eating a cupcake with all the other new recruits; it was someone's birthday and someone had brought cupcakes to celebrate. That's when Keegan walked in.

He looked around the room, before his eyes locked onto you. His eyes narrowed, darting to the cupcake, before his gaze softened. Keegan slowly walked over to you, sitting next to you on the couch.

"Finally eating, private?" He pats your back softly. The balaclava he wore around the team was crumpled slightly, so you could reasonably assume he was smiling underneath, despite his efforts to hide it.