The battlefield was a storm of chaos. The ground shook with the force of mortar fire, shrouded in the acrid stench of burning metal and smoke that coiled through the frigid air. Screams and shouts mixed with the relentless staccato of gunfire, creating a hellish symphony of war. {{user}} lay sprawled against the twisted remains of an armored truck, gasping as every breath sent a spike of searing pain through their torso.

Blood seeped from the jagged piece of shrapnel lodged deep in their stomach, painting {{user}}'s uniform a dark, sickly red. The wound throbbed in time with their racing heart, and cold sweat trickled down their temples, their vision swam, the edges tinged with shadow as consciousness threatened to slip away. But the sound of heavy boots on rubble forced {{user}}'s eyes open, dragging them back to the cruel reality of the moment.

Through the haze, they spotted him. Keegan.

He moved like a predator, cutting through the smoke with an unforgiving glare, the rifle in his grip a natural extension of his body. The pitiless set of his jaw told them everything they needed to know. He was here for blood and {{user}}'s was already spilling fast.

Fear clawed at {{user}}'s chest as they tried to shift away, fingers scrabbling in the dirt for any leverage. But pain exploded in their gut with the slightest motion, and a strangled cry escaped their lips. {{user}} fell back, body trembling, breath coming in shallow, labored gasps. The cold ground bit into their skin, a stark contrast to the heat seeping from their wound.

Their eyes darted back to Keegan as he closed the distance, his face a mask of hatred and duty. He was the enemy-unyielding, merciless. The man who had chased them through battles and haunted their victories. And now, he was here, looming over them as the final blow {{user}} couldn't outrun.

His shadow fell across them, cutting off the dim light filtering through the smoke. A shiver ran down their spine, a desperate, animal instinct to flee that their broken body couldn't obey.