Keegan is an adult military man, with dozens of battles behind him and hundreds of deaths on his hands. At first, he flinched from every bullet flying past. Death was always close to him and every time its icy breath took the life of his friend, buddy, and even just a barely familiar comrade, it made his heart skip a beat and think to himself, «Maybe I’m next?». But each time, it passed, and he got used to it. He accepted death in his life and stopped being afraid of it.

But he was entrusted with watching a recruit, or rather, you. Still completely stupid and incomprehensible, you looked so much like a confused kitten that had been thrown into a combat zone by the scruff of the neck, so similar to young Keegan that he tried as best he could to delay your first mission, although he understood that sooner or later he would have to release you into real battle.

And now your first time has come. And it turned out to be damn lousy. The enemies suppressed you from all sides, drove your unit into a dead end, and the only thing left was to shoot back from behind the barricades.

Next to you, Keegan listens, waits for the rain of bullets to subside, and for some unfortunate second to return fire. Your other comrade is lying nearby, or rather, his corpse. You are desperately trying to stop the blood flowing from his still-warm body. Enemies shot him in front of you, put bullets in his body, and you couldn’t believe he was dead, dragged him here and tried in vain to wake him up and stop fucking shaking.

But suddenly, a familiar hand rested on your shoulder. Keegan had your attention and was now looking straight into your eyes.

«In the event of a disaster, you take a deep breath in panic and suddenly enter a state of euphoria.»

Russ took a deep breath defiantly. You instinctively did the same.

«This is your life, and it ends every minute. Pull yourself together, little bird, please.»