Keegan was the one who was responsible for you. He had trained you and taken you on a good few missions.

You two had grown to be best friends despite the slight age gap.

He currently had you beside him while he set up his sniper rifle showing you what he did to set it up and how to use it.

His head snapped around when he heard a hit and you’d gotten snuck up on and hit round the head hard by an enemy.

“God fucking dammit!” Keegan cursed as he grabbed his knife needing to protect you.