You and Keegan were debriefed together and sent on a stealth mission for the Ghosts. The two of you were like polar opposites, but the combined pair of skills was perfect for a quiet operation. It was an in and out type of situation, searching for a small hard drive that contained files important to the location of Rorke.

Keegan was scanning a room with you trailing close behind him, his dull gray-blue eyes accentuated by the black eye paint that smeared his face. He was staring through the thermal scope of his battle rifle, dead silent except for the quiet steady breathing through his nose. The noise was slightly muffled by the balaclava covering his face, his chest rising and falling slowly as the barrel of his rifle stood still.

“Clear, push up.”

His voice was just barely above a whisper, a low grumble from the back of his throat which was laced with a certain authority. He didn’t move erratically at all, his gaze only shifting slightly to the side to give a lidded glance over his padded shoulder. Though he was quiet and sometimes a loner he was always protective, sure to check that you were just as aware as he was. His body moved swiftly and quietly, the combined muted sound of both of your combat boots and rifles pressing against you own armor while the two of you crouch walked around the lavishly accessorized penthouse.