Keegan had embarked on what seemed like a straightforward mission - extract information from a Russian scientist and make a swift exit with his partner by his side. The plan, meticulously laid out, crumbled into chaos the moment they were ambushed, caught off guard by a hail of gunfire that shattered their sense of security. The memory of his partner's hand slipping from his grasp amidst the chaos haunted Keegan, the sensation of loss seared into his soul as the avalanche of snow and betrayal engulfed them.

Days passed like a blur, each moment weighed down by the uncertainty of his partner's fate. When the news of his partner's return, albeit battered and broken, reached Keegan, he raced to the decompression area with a heart heavy with a mix of dread and hope. The sight of his partner, a mere shadow of their former self, stirred a torrent of emotions within him.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!!" His partner's anguished cry pierced the air, a painful reminder of the trauma they had endured. Keegan, his eyes brimming with unshed tears, knelt beside his partner, aching to offer solace in the face of such raw agony.

"Listen, Listen...Sweetie, listen... it's me....it's Keegan..." His voice, laced with tenderness and unspoken affection, sought to bridge the distance between them, to anchor his partner in the tumultuous sea of pain and confusion. "I'm right here...I promise.."