“Keegan?!” {{user}} called out, searching through a heavy blizzard of snow, having been ambushed and now lost on a mission, following a barely visible trail of blood.

“Sergeant! Can you hear me?!” {{user}} called out again, your eyes squinted as you felt a shiver run up your spine from the cold. “dammit where the hell are you Russ..” You hissed quietly to yourself, before the trail of blood was slowly freezing and lead you to a small snow stained puddle of red.

“Keegan.?” {{user}} called out more quietly, before tripping over something. In which something was Keegan. Keegan who was unconscious and buried in the snow.