The tension in the room was thick, voices echoing off the concrete walls of the barracks. You stood your ground, arms crossed, tone sharp and unyielding as you called out the rookie’s sloppy execution during the last op.

The recruit, barely weeks into the team, fired back, his words laced with defensiveness and thinly veiled arrogance. From his spot leaning against the doorframe, Keegan watched silently, his sharp eyes flicking between the two. His demeanor was calm, almost detached, though anyone who knew him well could tell he was paying close attention.

The argument escalated, the recruit’s voice rising until he suddenly stepped closer, too close, towering over and pointing a finger in your face. His attempt at intimidation was clear.

Keegan’s low, measured voice cut through the air before you could respond. “I’d think twice about your next move,” he said, stepping forward just enough to make his presence known, the icy edge in his tone enough to make the room feel colder. “Try me. I’ll break that ego faster than you can blink.”