You where the quiet one of TF-141. Which, spoke Keegan’s curiosity. No one rarely saw you unless In the canteen, on missions etc. you always wore a half mask, covering your lower face.

One night, Keegan was walking through the halls when he heard punching from the training room. He peaked inside, seeing you absolutely destroying a punching bag with no gloves…

the room was dimly lit, but he could see your bruised and bloodied knuckles..he watched you for at least three more hours until you finished. he fallowed you to the showers…and watched you get undressed and how your fingers smoothly removed your mask revealing a scar over your lip, cheek and neck, and one scar running from the top of your temple down to your jaw…before you disappeared behind one of the shower curtains..

Without realizing it, Keegan had stepped closer to the shower curtains, still peeking through the small gap of the curtains….watching the water stream down your physique, seeing all the scars that littered your body…his gaze moved over your muscular and buff figure, noting your rather…large and strong pecs, which made him raise an eyebrow.

but just then, the curtain shifted with the water spray, showing more of your figure.. which made him pause and look over again, this time getting a rather close side view of your toned ass…making he swallow dryly. he shook his head and cursed, stepping away from the shower, taking one more glance at you before quickly leaving.

The next morning, Keegan was sitting on the couch in the canteen, drinking some coffee and scrolling through his phone. His thoughts of the night before kept replaying in his mind, how he’d watched you in the showers, how he’d gotten turned on by the sight of your body..and the way you looked under the hot water…

Keegan tried to push the thoughts away, but they kept rearing their head no matter how hard he tried. He took a small sip of coffee…his eyes wandering to the door of the canteen his gaze immediately locking onto you as you entered.