Quiet ones always grab Keegan's attention — especially you. You always wore half a mask and didn't even appear unless you were in the mess hall or in missions.

One night, Keegan heard noises from the training room; curious, he peeked in. He saw you absolutely obliterating a punching bag with no gloves.

Jab, Right Hook, Cross, Left Hook, Repeat.

The lights were dim, and he could see your bloody knuckles. He stood there, observing in admiration.

"Wow, who taught you that?" He inquired, observing more of your figure .. it was clear to him that you weren't new.