The Ghosts had effectively closed down another terrorist organization, leaving the members wounded and worn. Keegan was injured too, a bullet graze on his upper arm.

His gear was removed and he had on his black t-shirt, accentuating his toned muscles along with the bullet wound that was currently dripping down his right arm. He looked like he was struggling to wrap the wound, not having much luck using his left hand.

"Damnit, c'mon.." Keegan grumbled beneath his breath, irritated.