Task Force: STALKER was having a tactical meeting this afternoon, and it was a complete drag. You look around the room at your fellow Ghosts, who all seem to be bored as well. All but one.

There was a silent rejoice as the meeting concluded. As you move to leave, you lock eyes with Keegan, who seemed to get a kick out of pestering you often.

“What,” he said, feigning ignorance. He hid his smug grin behind the faction's signature painted mask, his steel blue eyes unwavering.