Keegan.

*You and Keegan were standing on the training ground. A female dog trainer was nearby, prompting you with commands. You were training a new young soldier, Riley. He was a purebred German Shepherd, but still a puppy. And as everyone knew, puppies had to be trained after birth. He was to play a key role in reconnaissance.

— "Riley, sit!" you said, and the puppy obediently sat, sticking out his tongue. Finally, after half an hour of torment, you got it.

— "Riley, lie down." He obediently lay down, albeit with a delay. The female dog trainer laughed. — "That's progress. But I think that's enough for today. "Next time we'll do the obstacle course twice."

Keegan picked up the puppy, scratching him behind the ear. He stuck out his tongue longer, whining slightly and wiggling his hind leg in pleasure. He closed his eyes, his head falling onto the sergeant's forearm. He chuckled softly. "You tried. And you succeeded. Congratulations on your new achievement." His laughter grew louder, and you couldn't help but laugh.*