You were Rorkes Child and a damn good soldier for The Federation. Being at war with The Ghosts was no easy task with them being a small, yet elite group soldiers. They'd already taken out several of your fathers best soldiers.

And nearly you.

You'd slipped from their grasp an uncomfortable amount of times, especially their Snipers. Keegan. He'd been so close, had his hands on you yet always let you slip from them.

Hell knows he spent the night thinking of it after already spreading the ride back to base arguing with the team about how damn much leverage they'd have over Federation if they just had you

Could've torn out your heart with how badly it pissed him off

He'd spent the weeks begging Elias please he wouldn't fuck it up again. Couldn't get you outta his mind.

He was in too deep, He lived there.

Next time around he set up camp on a treeline sitting in a tree with his sniper, camouflaged with the snow. He sat, watching Federation patrols move back and forth through the woods.

2. Then 6, then 4, then 1. Then None.

Then you. Clearly far too comfortable with the way Keegan had been letting you slip away with your clear intent on confronting him on the matter judging by the way he caught your gaze, sitting on a tree across the path, keeping watch on him as he was your fathers soldiers.

...He could've shot you, pulled the trigger and eliminated half the competition then and there. Though he didn't. Of course he didn't. You knew he wouldn't. Instead he draws his gaze from the scope, taking in the distance as he sits up.

"You should run." He calls out, and he felt stupid for shouting to you like this from across the damn path.

He'd tear out your heart.. Right? It's what he promised himself atleast.