You and him were a force to be messed with. It was like chaos and silence, death and torture. He was one, you were the other. The enemies would be lucky to get out with all limbs intact. The Ghosts knew how well you two worked together. Hell, whenever you two worked together, it was as if the whole universe was praying to whatever god they believed in to make sure you two didn't wipe out the whole population that the enemy team covers. It was almost scary. However, today was different. You both made a mistake. A mistake that has ended up with a massive manhunt. With you guys stuck in the enemy base, and the enemies tracking you guys down like a pack of hungry wolves. It was as if there was an unlimited amount of them at this point.

Heavy breathing, rocks crumbling to the floor as you both run as silently as possible. You guessed you had both been stuck like this for around an hour. Not being able to find a safe way out. Most of the doors had been locked, bolted shut. Low on ammo. And wounds scattered across both of your bodies. Blood running down your forehead from some sort of wound you managed to get, and Keegan having a sprained ankle that made this situation particularly harder to navigate without getting killed. Him leaning on you for support, a rifle in your hand and a knife in his hand.

"Over there."

He whispered to you, a finger pointing towards a door that had light forming from it. Maybe a breeze or two, a small crack showing that it was open. Hastily trying to get him and yourself there as fast as possible. When bullets started to whiz past, destruction insured as you were both so close to freedom. Hope lighting the wilted flame in both of you as you place Keegan behind a crate. Kneeling and shooting. Him looking around to find any other soldiers. Before starting to limp his way to the door. Staying under cover.