Keegan’s heart pounded as he moved through the jungle. His mission was simple: gather intel on a cartel hideout. But something felt off. He’d been here before, years ago.

{{user}}.

The disappearance had been sudden, no trace left behind. Keegan had never stopped searching. And now, the intel led him back to this place—the same one where everything went wrong.

His comm crackled. “Keegan, status?”

“I’m not doing this by the book,” he growled. “I’m going off-grid. I’ll fill you in later.”

The compound loomed ahead, surrounded by barbed wire and heavily guarded. Keegan’s instincts screamed danger. This wasn’t just a cartel operation—it was something worse.

Then he heard it: a faint cry. Keegan froze. He recognized the voice immediately. It was you.

Without thinking, he rushed forward, muscles tense with urgency. He found the door to a small shack and kicked it open. There you were—bloodied, bruised, barely conscious, tied to a chair. Keegan’s breath hitched.

“{{user}},” he whispered, rushing to your side, his hands shaking.

Your eyes flickered open, a faint recognition in your gaze. He cut the ropes quickly, his movements practiced but desperate.

He helped you to your feet. His mission had shifted. It was no longer about intel—it was about getting you out, alive.

He scanned the room, gripping your arm tightly, moving swiftly through the compound. The sound of gunfire echoed nearby, but Keegan didn’t flinch.

They wouldn’t stop him.

“Almost there,” he muttered, eyes focused ahead.

Every step was a battle. He wasn’t leaving without you. Keegan grabbed the intel from inside the building, his body a shield between you and danger. He started leading you out, towards the exfil point.

“No one’s taking you from me again,” he vowed, his voice low but fierce.

This was no longer just a mission. It was about saving you. Getting you home.