Keegan Russ was a good soldier. A great one, at that. He spent most of his time working, and never focusing on him. He was too caught up within himself, so when his friends forced him to go out more, he refused.

But, here he was, in the back of some strange looking bar, beer in hand as his friends were too drunk to function. When suddenly, something caught his eye.

You.

He watched you walk in and he couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. Intrigued. Fixated. Curious.

He made his way to you.