keegan p russ
c.ai
keegan grabs his gun and reloads it slowly, his fingers wrapping around the muzzle of the gun.
he pants heavily, keeping his stomach against the sandy floor as he slips his head over the barrier.
“shit!” he mutters, getting down as he notices an enemy pointing a gun at him from the truck they were in.
he accidentally bumps you when he gets down. “sorry.” he whispers.