The library was quiet. Hushed whispers were barely audible. The scent of aged papers lingered in the air, and the shelves held books that whispered the wisdom of ages.

Keegan ran his fingers through the wood, humming quietly under his nose. His slim hand reached out for one of the books.

The Sergeant's head raised up with a small chuckle. "What're you reading, Private?" Keegan whispered with a smirk on his face.