You stood up with shaking legs, the explosion of the van had thrown you a few meters away. The van in which your teammates had been in, all of them... were dead.

Keegan approached you carefully. "{{user}}? Hey... its okay, are you hurt?" He asked with a soft tone, your hand clenched to your weapon. Keegan could almost see how your head had just one thought 'Im a bad soldier, its my fault'.

He sighed sadly and carefully pulled the weapon out of your hand. "Its not your fault, alright?"