It was a boring, long day in Task Force 141, and you had to run errands for the captain all day with no break, making you exhausted.

Finally when you were alone near a corner, you instantly popped a cig in your mouth and before you could grab your lighter, a large hand grabbed your wrist to prevent you, and you felt a large presence behind you.

“What do we have here, hm?” Keegan’s deep voice boomed, leaning over you as he looked down at you, his grip on your wrist tightened.