Just another ordinary mission with Keegan, right? Get intel, kill the target, get back. Oh, no no. You both got ambushed, leading to this.

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You and Keegan had been captured on a mission that had gone terribly wrong. When you woke up, you found yourselves tied to chairs, facing each other. Keegan’s mouth was sealed with duct tape. The enemy demanded to know who you were working for, but you remained silent. The only way they could get an answer was by, pain. The enemy slid a dagger out of their pocket, they pressed the sharp blade against your skin, eliciting a scream of pain from you. Keegan, unable to help, could only watch in silent agony. The enemy’s gaze hardened as they threatened to inflict further pain unless you revealed your allegiance.

“Who do you work for? Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Tell. cut Me. cut Who. cut You. cut Work. cut for!” The enemy was slowly loosing their patience.