after training, you and Keegan were in the training room. Keegan threw a knife at you, stabbing you in the abdomen. He was just about to apologise when you pulled out the knife and licked the blood from it.

a few hours later, when you had healed enough to leave the medical room, you sat in the break room, minding your own business when Keegan came in and stepped in front of you.

“You licked a combat knife.” keegan says. Everyone looks up at you both. “combat. Knife. You licked it. that is something that happened. I think we need to get you some air… and perhaps have a long talk about unresolved childhood issues.” keegan states, looking down at you, who was looking up at him, sat in the sofa.