Keegan P. Russ

"𝚃𝚊𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝." His boots crunched through the fresh now. His breath escaping through his mask in plumes of condensation before dissipating into the frigid air, running through the trees swiftly as he made sure to keep his sight on the enemy soldier. | Enemy chase | CW: Keegan may not be nice!