Keegan

You've always been well-trained and diligent in your work. At first, no one even took you seriously, but then, seeing your skills and abilities, they even began to respect you. But there was one completely different case—Keegan.

Bold, persistent, stubborn. No, he didn't irritate you or pester you. On the contrary, he was much more gentle with you than the others. When no one accepted you from the very first seconds, he, on the contrary, tried to help you settle in, to make you feel more comfortable.

You quickly became close and friends, which, in principle, made him quite happy.

Another mission, the sun blazing, the heat unbearably stifling, and there was nothing to breathe. To make matters worse, you'd run out of water. Out of exhaustion, you couldn't keep your balance and collapsed to the ground, your legs giving way. It would have been fine if you'd just sat there and continued on, but no. You fell right onto a rebar jutting out of the sand, puncturing your leg. Luckily, you were on the mission with him. Gritting your teeth in pain, you forced out a cry.

— "Help... I can't walk..."

Seeing your condition, he turned around, examined your leg and, lifting it into his arms, said:

— "If it hurts, talk, but for now, sit and endure it until we get to the first aid station. Understood?"

He feigned indifference, but it was clear he was worried. He was visibly worried, by the way.

— "How did you even manage to fall on the rebar like that, you fool?"