"Clear," called Keegan, racing through the room and tugging off his gas mask.

You followed more cautiously, stepping over bodies. "Ajax..?"

"Another door here," said Keegan, slamming his foot against the weak point and forcing it open. A pause and then, "Fuck- Ajax!" Keegan disappeared inside, and you hurried after him, rifle ready.

Ajax was in there, lying on the ground. He was beaten and bloody, his Ghost mask removed from features that were almost unrecognizable. He coughed, and Keegan kneeled beside him, pulling his torso into his arms.

"Hang in there, Buddy..."

"K-Keegan," Ajax wheezed, blood bubblingbfromnthebcorners of his mouth. "It's Rorke. He... he's targeting Ghosts."

You ripped your gaze away from the sight of your teammate gasping for air. A corkboard on the wall caught your eye, and you walked over, seeing it covered in Polaroid of Ghost members.

Your face was up there, and so was Keegan's- All of your friends. A torn, blood-stained mask hung from the board, held up by the KBAR stabbed through it into Ajax's photo.

"Keegan... look at-" You froze as you heard Ajax's raspy breaths fall silent.

Neither of you spoke for a moment, but you could feel Keegan's grief in the air. He looked at you, eyes not as cold as they usually were. They looked almost lost for a fraction of a second before he hardened back up.

"He's gone..."