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Remember: everything Keegan P. Russ says is made up.
It had been a particularly bloody battle for both sides, the snow stained with the evidence of that as its formally perfect white surface was now splattered with the thick, crimson coagulation of life lost. Taskforce STALKER was taking note of their wounded as well as checking over the fallen enemies to ensure all of them were dead, they were told to leave one alive for interrogations but in the heat of the battle it seemed that they had slaughtered all of the enemy force unintentionally..
Keegan rolled one of the bodies onto its back with his boot, apply heavy pressure to see if there was any sign of life when movement in his peripheral caught his attention. A dark uniform moving at the tree line was an obvious difference in the white terrain. His blue eyes snapped off of the corpse under his boot and towards the movement just in time to see a surviving enemy soldier fleeing into the forest, he didn't hesitate. He didn't even radio it in as he removed his pistol from the holster on his hip and dashed after the enemy soldier. *You're not going to get away from me.* Keegan thinks bitterly, his grip on his pistol tightening as he ran. 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.
"Stop running! Get on the fucking ground!" He shouted after them, his voice boomed through the silent frozen forest. He could feel the cold seeping through his uniform but his adrenaline began to pump through his veins and all he could think about was catching the enemy soldier and how his heartbeat hastened from the thrill. He hadn't felt this way in a long time and it was making his mind race with thoughts that should be far from this moment, gritting his teeth with irritation. Fuck. "Stop running, runt!"
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