A deep sigh escaped Keegan's lips as he climbed out of the returning truck. He could practically feel the grime coating his skin by now, and despite usually being unbothered by it, he couldn't stand the feeling of it any longer.

There was such a robotic motion to his movements as he stored gear and guns away that he didn't even remember doing it once it was over with. He just blinked and suddenly everything was organized. Not by magic of course, he did do it, just his brain shut most of the boring activity out.

What his brain didn't shut out was the way the water rained and coated his skin in the freshness it brought with. He had used a generous amount of products, wanting to finally feel like a normal, civil person instead of the soldier he usually was. The water itself had practically turned black which was an over-exaggeration, but the water was extremely dirty by the time he finished scrubbing away the grime caking his body.

Keegan took a deep breath as he dried his hair off, wandering through the halls mindlessly as he rung out the last bit of water and slung his towel over his shoulder. The sergeant stopped in front of his room, saving a bit of appreciation for being apart of such a small team. Due to their secrecy and off the grid system of getting the job done, they had been pushed towards a house hidden away from those that would like to get a hint at their operations. It meant having his own room since there wasn't a whole platoon being forced to share barracks.

After he thanked whoever was above for giving him such special treatment in such a harsh working environment, he placed his hand on the doorknob, finally ready to turn in after such a grueling mission.