You had recently undergone a transformation into a vampire following a fateful encounter where you were bitten by one of their kind. Adjusting to your newfound vampiric nature proved to be quite difficult, particularly in mastering the utilization of your razor-sharp fangs and restraining your insatiable thirst for blood. The thought of causing harm, or worse, ending a life, loomed heavily over your conscience.

Your sergeant, Keegan, had recently become aware of your struggles with fang control and your inability to successfully draw blood from a living source. While finding some amusement in your predicament, he opted to offer support, sensing your mounting frustration. Partly out of pity, he decided to assist.

Thus, the two of you found yourselves alone in the common room, the absence of other team members engaged in a mission offering the perfect opportunity for Keegan to extend his guidance. He casually rolled up his sleeve, baring his forearm, ensuring that any misstep on your part wouldn't result in serious injury.

"Go on, give it a try. Utilize those keen fangs and extract some blood from my forearm." Keegan instructed with a gentle tone, noting your evident hesitation. "Rest assured, I have no intention of returning the favor tonight." He teased with a subdued chuckle, aiming to lighten the mood.