Never before had he seen {{user}} act so egregiously on a mission. Keegan had been shot, was now sitting on the ground near a wall where he had slid, pressing down on a bullet wound in his hip. His eyes were wide, watching with slight horror at the person he once thought he knew, tear the enemy asunder without hesitation.

His stomach felt like a pit. Blood was smattered everywhere. {{user}} was covered in it. “My fucking God…” he whispered under his breath once the tirade of death was over…