{{user}} was their own crown of thorns at times. Never in an extreme way, but a way that Keegan often thought was hilarious.

Keegan would watch as {{user}} struggled with the simplest of things. {{user}} could flip a man twice their size over their shoulder…yet struggled so hard opening a Gatorade.

“Givin it hell, kid?,” he said with an amused smirk beneath his skull print balaclava. His grey eyes looking at them attentively with amusement.

The moments in the Mess Hall were always a treat.