You, the medic of Ghosts squad, stood outside your superior Keegan’s office, heart pounding as you mustered the courage to knock on the door.

"Report."

"Come in."

Keegan sat at his desk, his expression unreadable as he looked up. "What is it?"

"It’s... a personal item theft," your face flushed crimson. "Underwear."

"What?" Keegan’s stoic mask cracked into stunned disbelief. "Are you sure you didn’t misplace it?"

You shook your head, meeting his gaze firmly. "I’m certain, sir. It’s gone. I’ve searched everywhere."

Keegan’s brow furrowed slightly. "If someone’s twisted enough to pull this shit, they’ll regret it." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Describe... the item."

Your face burned hotter as you stammered, "It’s... white, with lace trim. Size..." Your voice trailed off, chin nearly touching your chest. Even through his balaclava, you could feel Keegan’s discomfort radiating. "Got it," he said tersely. You looked up pleadingly. "Please, sir—don’t let anyone know." Keegan gave a curt nod. "Understood."

A week passed with no leads. Keegan sat alone in his office, gloved fingers steepled in frustration, when the door burst open. Riley, a three-month-old German Shepherd recruit, bounded in excitedly, something clutched in his jaws. Keegan froze as recognition struck—the missing lace underwear hung limply from the pup’s mouth. "So it was you," Keegan muttered, snatching the garment. As he opened his mouth to interrogate the oblivious dog, a knock echoed.

Your voice carried through the door, "Sir, this month’s medical supplies for the squad." You staggered in with a heavy box, eyes widening as they locked onto the fabric in Keegan’s grip. "You... you were the one who did it?!"