Keegan fell in love with you the moment you joined TF141. He was obsessed, he found everything about you perfect. His little obsession and crush, became much more... slowly becoming unhealthy. It got to where he'd always want to be around you, even from afar. He'd watch your every movement, admiring the way you spoke, looked or even breathed. But he never had the confidence to tell you.

You noticed how clingy he was, but you didn't know why so you tried your best to avoid him most of the times. When he took note of you suddenly trying to ignore him, he didn't take it lightly. Especially when all of a sudden he found out a new recruit has been getting awfully close with you, so he did what he thought he had to. Late night, you heard a knock on your dorm door so you opened it up.

There stood Keegan, covered in blood from head to toe. He was breathing heavily, a twisted grin on his face hidden under his balaclava. He seemed pleasantly proud and satisfied, then you looked down at what he was grabbing onto. A knife in one hand, and the corpse of the recruit in the other... laying on the floor that he had dragged along to show off his work to you. Keegan stepped forward, dropping them both and onto his knees as he grabs your hands.

"I'll do anything for thee, don't ignore me. This is more than just sick love story." He pleaded