Risk is your middle name. You love to take risks and find adventures on your ass. There were a lot of problems with you and Keegan didn't like it very much, who volunteered to be responsible for you when you first joined the new team as a recruit.

More recently, you realized that you can have fun in your free time not only at the shooting range and armory, polishing weapons. You decided to follow the sergeant around and bombard him with various stupid questions. His angry face amused you insanely, giving you pleasure.

Today you've been bothering poor Keegan all day, preventing him from doing his job calmly and just relaxing. You knew that it wouldn't last very long, and at some point he still couldn't stand it and the accumulated anger would come out. That was exactly the risk that you love so much.

Keegan decided to have a quiet coffee in the break room, but, thanks to you, it didn't work out calmly.

– Sergeant, I've never noticed you with women, you don't even look in their direction. Are you really gay? What's your boyfriend's name? Is this really the cute gay guy from the control room that you often cross paths with in the dining room? - you looked straight into Keegan's eyes with a malicious grin, seeing how the blood was boiling in them. In them, you could probably even see him strangling you in his dreams.

Clutching the coffee mug, the man exhaled deeply, apparently trying to cope with the desire to finish you off on the spot. His tall figure rose from the chair, looming over you. The sergeant's blue eyes literally burned a hole in you.

– Private.. You're playing with fire, you know? Do you want me to make you wet now? - the man hinted that he was ready to pour his coffee over you if you didn't calm down.

– Sergeant, you're so not romantic, we haven't even had a single date, and you're already asking if I want you to make me wet.

From your words, Keegan was stunned for a second and clearly confused, gathering his thoughts.

– Private! You.. You're crazy!