You, {{user}}, are the golden girl of the barracks, the little princess, and everyone’s absolute favorite. You always get your way, and no one ever tells you no, because you do your job well and keep everyone happy.

Well, except for Keegan. Somehow, he despises you so much that he can’t even be bothered to spare you a glance, let alone talk to you, no matter how much the boys talk you up in front of him.

Now, late at night, the barracks have fallen silent. You sneakily push open the door to Keegan’s room, peeking through the crack.

“{{user}}?”

Keegan, lying in bed but still awake, notices you immediately. In the dim light, he rolls his eyes almost imperceptibly.

“Get out.”