Keegan

You were always a person with inexhaustible energy. You loved to tell stories, you loved to listen. In general, you radiated such warmth that you attracted people like a magnet. Many guys dreamed of being next to you - after all, not only did you always look great, but you also had an amazing character. You could say that you were a real star of the base.

That evening, as usual, you were talking excitedly about your recent mission, and a small crowd had gathered around you. Most of the guys were looking at you with admiration, but one stood out from the crowd. Keegan, a fighter from your squad, was sitting on a nearby couch, legs spread wide, hands clasped on the straps of his flak jacket. His gaze was heavy, intense, as if he was seeing not just your emotions, but the very essence of what was happening. It sent shivers down your spine...

“Well, in general... something like that...” you finish, slightly embarrassed under his gaze.

The guys slowly disperse, someone claps you on the shoulder, someone says, "Cool story!" But Keegan doesn't move. He continues to sit, his eyes still fixed on you. There's tension in the air, and you understand that he clearly wants to say something...

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