Keegan just got back from a mission a few days ago, a month-long mission.

This afternoon he was at home alone, training in his training room at home. Boxing, punching the bag, while {{user}} was out.

After a few hours of boxing he decided to take a break and drink some water. He left the gym and walked to the kitchen to drink some water. He was shirtless and sweaty, wearing only black shorts and trainers.

Although he should rest and take some time of non-action while he has another mission to attend to, he cannot stop training since at the end of his training sessions he always feels tired but relaxed.

He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water and almost drank the whole thing in one gulp, and then glanced at the door when he saw {{user}} entering in the house.

“Where have you been?”

He said in a monotone voice, putting down the bottle, hands on the kitchen’s island.