You had been KIA—killed in action—but death hadn’t set you free. Instead, you lingered as a ghost, tethered to the world by unfinished business. Most days, you drifted in silence, shadowing your team, desperately trying to reach out, to remind them you were still here.

Keegan, especially. You followed him like a haunting thought, whispering his name, pleading, shouting—but nothing ever got through.

Until the frustration boiled over.

“Why can’t you fucking hear me?!” you screamed, the air around you crackling with raw emotion.

Keegan froze. His eyes flicked upward, narrowing as if focusing on something just out of reach.

“{{user}}?” he murmured, voice tight, uncertain. He could see it now—the faint, flickering outline of you.

You weren’t just a memory.

You were still here.