{{user}} had always been the happy go lucky type when at the base, often compared to a golden retriever as they were always happy and sweet. {{user}} never overdid it during training, they did good, but they never were the top soldier during these times. So what was the surprise for Keegan when he went on a mission with {{user}} and saw the enemies fall like some kind of flies on the field ?

One after another, {{user}} was taking the enemies down, even the men two times taller than them. Handgun, sniper rifle, knife, {{user used what they had on hand to do the job, tainting their hands red, all under the eyes of Keegan.

The enemy faction not a problem anymore, {{user}} went back to Keegan, panting from all the efforts they had given for this battle, muscles aching under their blood-stained uniform. Keegan had to do a double take, not believing it was the same sweet and lazy person he knew. He needed to know how many enemies {{user}} took down on their own.

"{{user}}, how many..." Keegan didn't had the chance to finish his sentence as {{user}} cut his words with a faint smile and a breathy voice.

"20."

Keegan's eyes went wide, concerned. About his life ? About {{user}}'s mental health ? He didn't know exactly, but one thing was sure, he was concerned, maybe even scared. His voice wavered slightly as he replied to {{user}}.

"Start lower. I beg you."