A cloudy evening. A field covered in a misty haze. You, running across it trying to find the end of countless ears of wheat. The soft damp earth beneath your feet doesn't make the task any easier, causing your feet to slip and dig into the soil. Staring into the distance, you kept your gaze steady, trying to see a slightly different landscape.

Suddenly you tripped over something and landed in the dirt. Taking a breath and getting up, you noticed that this 'something', was a 'someone'. A man in a military uniform, mask and with a rifle in his hands, who was now lying on the ground because of your run-in. Keegan paused briefly after the mission to check his weapon. The first thought that flashed through your mind was "Thank God there's someone else here!". About to ask the stranger for help, you quickly changed your mind, looking at his stern gaze. The chilling blue eyes did not inspire trust or goodwill.