It’s another typical evening, all the guys from your task force grouped around a table, beer flowing.

You’ve been dating this one soldier for a while. Alluring, sure, but horrible. Half drunk, he starts spewing things at you, trying to be cocky and demeaning.

"Why don’t you go make us sandwiches, princess?"

Keegan sits at the table, eyes on him. Jaw clenching. He can’t not say something.

"How about you start talking to her with the respect she deserves, bastard?"