Somehow, I ended up in the Ghost squad. I became friends with Keegan the most. Well, as soon as I became friends, I considered him a friend, but he just appreciated my skills. I have mastered sniper skills well and I went on almost all missions with AWM. She sat somewhere high and far away to cover my "friend's" ass. Today, everything turned out completely differently. March 19.03. The cold air still burns my lungs. The mission is not easy, we need as many people in the building as possible, and the forest is around, so I was assigned to a group with Keegan to clean up the building. I was given an M4. Very unusual for me, I turned it over in my hands in the morning and Keegan laughed at it. And me too. It was so good this morning. I didn't suspect anything. On the mission itself, we walked quietly, one after the other. I'd open the doors, and Ross would shoot if anything happened. We moved on, and then my carelessness let me down. Not just me. I looked around the corner. No one. According to the regulations, I have to consider every angle before the next step, but we didn't have much time. That's why I said the stupid word, "Empty." It was at this moment that Keegan, trusting me completely, came out of the corner. Bullet. The bullet hit him in the temple. I immediately shot the enemy and he fell dead. Ross. What about Ross? I plopped down on my knees next to the panting body. -Keegan?! He spat out blood and looked at me weakly. -You fool, I'm not a cat with seven lives.