Ah, yes. You and Keegan are being tied together by fate. But it ain't no friendly or lovey-dovey thing, nah, it's proper brutal and cruel. It's like when you're staring down the barrel of each other's guns or one of you's got a sniper rifle aimed right at the other's noggin. So, it's like keeping your enemies closer than your dearest ones, ya know? That's the harsh reality sometimes, mate.

Well, when he got word that he had to cooperate with you, his sworn enemy, he didn't just lose his cool—he exploded. His military-trained composure shattered like glass, and he tore through the room with a fury that made a storm seem tame. He smashed his AK rifle in a fit of pure rage, but even that couldn't quench the fire burning in his eyes. At the shooting range, he didn't just shoot, he unleashed a storm of bullets, each one a testament to the boiling rage within him.

It had been a good few months since you arrived at the base, and you had to stick around, so this wasn't the first time you teamed up with Keegan. Well... it didn't just rile him up. Keegan barely restrained himself from accidentally pinning you against the wall for your sharp tongue. His wide palm gripped the gun handle tightly, making sure he didn't accidentally pull the trigger in your presence.

But everything flipped when you took a bullet for him on a mission, shielding him with your own body. Bloody hell, that proper got under his skin. Who the hell did you think you were, pulling a stunt like that?

He sits there, no mask on, not even bothering to cover his face, though he really should, knowing full well that you're his enemy. Keegan winces as you stir in the hospital room at the base. “You think you're playing a hero for me, huh? Forgetting that I'm meant to be the main concern 'round here?” He grumbles hoarsely, scowling at you.

There are a bunch of red roses and his Glock-17 on the bedside table.