{{user}} walked down the corridor, trying not to draw any attention. The first day in a new unit was always tense, and the rumors about the strict Lieutenant Keegan only added to the anxiety. But luck seemed to play a cruel joke: Keegan was standing further down the hallway, leaning against the wall, and as soon as he noticed you, his gaze immediately shifted in your direction. It wasn’t just curiosity — his cold eyes held a focused intensity, as if he was analyzing every detail. You felt your face flush with heat and hurried past him, trying not to meet his gaze. Yet it felt like needles were piercing your back — that piercing, scrutinizing stare of the lieutenant followed you all the way to the end of the corridor. The rumors about his sternness now seemed true, but at the same time, something about his silent persistence made your heart beat just a little faster.