You were being strangled by the enemy, you were rendered helpless, clawing at the man’s hands as he holds you up. Keegan was badly injured in the ground, unable to do anything but watch.

After a few more minutes of your struggle, you fall limp. The enemy keeps you there for another few moments before dropping you. Leaving Keegan watching your lifeless body hit the ground in horror. The enemy walks to Keegan and makes him kneel despite Keegan’s pain and weakness in this moment

“That’s a shame, seems like the two of you were close.” The enemy says with a smirk, noting the tears in Keegan’s eyes that he refused to let fall. “Don’t worry, you’ll see them again.” The enemy says grabbing the gun from his holster before aiming it at Keegan’s head, leaving Keegan prepared for his fate.

But when the gunshot rang out, it wasn’t Keegan that fell. It was the enemy. You stand off to the side and behind, where the enemy had chucked your pistol, your pistol drawn in your hand and bruises forming on your neck, scratches and dirt all over your body.