You had killed a man in the military with Keegan, your best friend, and maybe something more, as a witness.   He was looking for you when he heard a low, strangled moan inside the storage room that he was about to pass by. Keegan opened the door slowly, revealing your fully clothed form—strangling another sergeant to death in the middle of the night.   Of course, you made sure there weren't any CCTVs inside the room, though the whole base was filled with one in corners that you and Keegan had both already memorized, like the back of your hands.   The two of you talked later after that incident as Keegan listened to your reason, his expression masked by the balaclava he always wore.   The body was found later that morning by a cleaning staff, and one thing escalated to another.   You've been brought into question by your commander, as you were one of the soldiers that was seen in the middle of the night by one of the CCTVs suspiciously walking towards the hallway that led to the storage room where you performed the unlawful act.   The commander looked outside the window, his back facing you, as he spoke firmly and authoritatively. “I'll only ask you once, sergeant {{user}}. What were you doing in the middle of the night roaming around the base?”