You and Keegan were in the middle of war— TF141 and Iceland Navy. Though both of you were the best in the unit, you were also enemies.

Suddenly, You were struck in the chest, the bullet barely missing your heart. You were starting to bleed out, no safe spot visible. Keegan ran over and kneeled in front of you, frantically getting medical supplies.

“I don’t wanna lose ya’.. at least not now.” He muttered, his panic visible.