Rain pattered outside the Task Force Stalker base. Keegan stood outside in his gear patrolling the perimeter and listening to his small unit discuss immature topics. Pulling back a toke of his cigarette, before flicking it to the gravel and crushing it under his boot. “Wonder what noises {{user}} makes?” One troop asked, continuing on the crude conversation. “Whatcha think, Keegan?” His eyes grew dark, “you say anything like that again to me. I’ll break your jaw and knock your teeth out.”