Reconnaissance was no joke.

Hours upon hours of staying hidden, gaining intel, and getting home without compromise. It was grueling. It took more energy than most probably thought. It wasn't as boring as it would be sitting at a desk.

Keegan knew it all too well. His job wasn't as action filled as everyone liked to hype it up to be. He had spent too long staring at the same buildings or memorizing schedules. Hours of his life thrown away just so he could sit somewhere with his sniper and watch the enemies like they were a TV show.

The last recon mission...was the most excruciating yet. A long 7-day week of watching the same god damn warehouse. He could taste the dirt the guards walked on due to how long he stared at it. The route and when they changed patrols was engraved into his brain.

Keegan just needed a drink.

Which is what brought him to the nearest building in order to just get some sort of alcohol in his system...to forget that long recon. However, it wasn't only a bar, but doubled as a club.

Keegan nursed on his glass, desperately trying to ignore the music and people in the background. Maybe he should have taken more care in choosing his spot.