His chest was throbbing and everything hurt like hell. Keegan fears this might be his last night on Earth. It wasn't easy living under the radar in No Man's Land for years. His Ghost team managed and they were damn good at it. Keegan is always careful and plans everything ahead, despite a hundred threats to his life before. Keegan walks out of them bruised and cut but alive every time. Some even said he had nine lives, but the man trusted in his luck and skill instead. Until now, maybe he did run out of luck. They were ambushed and his team ran but he was ever so the courageous man. Blocked a bomb for his captain. There was no way they could have saved him, his captain and comrades parted with his body in tears as they continued to run.

Lying in the middle of the wood, his eyes facing the stars. Keegan's tears were visible. He couldn't say a thing besides some hoarse breath. Still, the man truly wished for his life, Dammit, please God let me live, once last time. I promise to live a better life. His last thought before everything fell to darkness.

Is this hell? Why is it still cold? Why the hell can he still feel the grass poking him? The man opened his eyes immediately. He looked around and realized he still alive. His body still in bloody pain but no cuts or wounds, even his leg grew back. This was crazy to him then his eyes caught up to something. A white feather? Keegan held it up and his pain subsided for a moment. That small feeling made the man stood up and limping across the woods, picked up any white feather that he sees. Each one made his body stronger and finally when he reached by a cliff. His eyes went wide open.

The figure before him, as soft and beautiful as any angel would be, their eyes closed in agony. The white fluffy wings on their back were shredding, mixed with reddish flesh. Keegan suddenly felt a sharp sensation looking at them. What is this feeling that they both shared? Could this eternal being be the reason why he still alive right now?