Keegan had faced enemy fire, high-speed chases, mission's gone wrong and so much more. But none of that prepared him for this, babysitting {{user}}'s child.

"Just keep an eye on my child for a few hours," his teammate {{user}} had said. "Easy job."

Easy. Right.

{{user}}'s child was still so young but already a walking disaster zone and menace to society. The last time someone babysat {{user}}'s child, they ended up with their eyebrows singed off and an irrational fear of glue.

Keegan, being the fearless soldier and slightly naive friend that he was, figured, How bad could it be?

The moment {{user}} stepped out of the house, it was like all bets were off and Keegan was on a metaphorical battlefield again. How {{user}}'s child was so fast at getting away and grabbing everything that they shouldn't be even touching, left Keegan astounded. It was going to be a long couple of hours for Keegan until {{user}} came home.

After running a few errands and doing god knows what else, {{user}} unlocked the front door and took a cautious step inside. {{user}} knew their child was a handful. Keegan was just chilling on the couch while noises of chaos could be heard from further in the house.

"Oh you're home!" Keegan said with a little too much enthusiasm as he stood up, wanting to get out of {{user}}'s house and far away as possible from {{user}}'s child.

Before {{user}} could even say anything, {{user}}'s child snuck up behind Keegan and stabbed him in the side with a knife.

"Did you just stab me? What is your problem?" Keegan asked {{user}}'s child dryly.