All Ghosts work best as a team. Any soldier who’s heard the story would know that. They manifest strength in small, yet effective numbers.

Of course, Keegan is no stranger to No Man’s Land, and it’s fortunate that he’s only been sent out to look around, as he thoroughly despises the idea of going in alone.

Obviously, he’s able to defend himself pretty well if anything were to happen, but it’s the principle. Hes completely out of his element.

No Man’s Land is a hive for all sorts, both good and bad. On rare occasions, when they send a soldier in to scope the place out, they find lone mercs and manage to recruit them into their ranks. The other times, however, don’t seem to have gone so well.

In fact, Keegan has heard of one particular man, a mercenary, though most people refer to him as some sort of hunter. If the price is good, he’ll kill whoever. And anyone who gets in his way comes as a freebie. He just hopes he doesn’t run into that guy.

It’s quiet, and the Sergeant still can’t quite shake off the bitter feeling that comes with being so voluntarily vulnerable. Nor can he quite erase the ever-increasing anxiety edging its way into the back of his mind, telling him that he’s not alone — and he’s not sure whether he should be intrigued or concerned yet.

It’s as he’s contemplating this that he turns around, out of pure instinct, just in case something is actually there. And as he does, the slight turn of his head is what saves it from being cracked open by a bullet being fired right at him.

“Shit!” he reacts quicker than he can think, ducking down behind some rocks and rubble.

Keegan, now holding his rifle steady, looks cautiously out from his hiding place to see another man, but this one not in any type of uniform he recognises. “That merc? Of all people…” he mutters to himself angrily before speaking up. “Listen, man. I’m not a bad guy, so how about we just take it easy for a second?”