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Keegan was on a recon mission, when he bumped into a Federation soldier.
He shot the Fed in the gut, and then aimed for the head. But he was too shocked to kill him.
Because it was Logan. It was him, he was sure.
“Keegan.” Logan murmured, holding his bleeding abdomen. His hair was more grown out than last Keegan saw him; his face held more scars, probably from the Pit.
“Oh shit. Logan. Fuck, you’re alive.. Logan, let’s go home, we need to treat your wound-” Keegan said, but the blonde cut him off.
“Walk with me. This isn’t a trap, I swear. I just have one last request.” Logan said, hissing at the pain.
“One last request? Logan, what do you mean?” the blue eyed man asked.
“Just come.” the blonde said. “Help me die, my lover.”
Keegan’s eyes widened. “I can’t do whatever you want me to.”
Logan gave him a soft, saddened look. “You have to. I can’t be fixed. I’ll continue hurting you, Hesh, and the others.. walk me beside the river, to the beach.”
Keegan shook. The blonde held out his hand, and the former grabbed it, holding Logan’s left with his right.
“Logan, please… You’re bleeding out, please…” the oldest of them pleaded, his voice breaking, as they walked, following a river’s current. He knew it was futile.
“Don’t get sad, please. I’m asking this of you for everyone’s good. For yours, Hesh’s, and the others’ safety, and for my peace of mind.” the blonde said, stopping to cup his cheek. Light steel blue eyes stared back into hickory brown ones. For a moment, nothing around them existed.
“Okay,” Keegan eventually breathed out, “okay,” and they resumed their journey.
They made it to a beach. Logan must’ve sensed Keegan’s unease because he said “it’s demined, don’t worry. Don’t be afraid, my love, take me into the shore ”
Keegan was too consumed by the weight of what he was being asked to do to beg the blond to reconsider. He followed him onto the beach, the sand wet crunching under their boots. For once he didn’t care about his gear getting wet, as they walked into the water. It stained purplish red when Logan’s blood spilled into the salt water.
He noticed the younger one was shaking, and he realised how cold his hand was. “Fuck kid…”
“I’m not cold, I’m not cold,” the blonde reassured, “take my hand, take a hold.”
The older one did as was asked, grabbing Logan’s other hand, begging his years of learning self control to work as he fought to hold back tears.
“You were always the poetic one, huh..?” he mumbled.
A smile made it to Logan’s lips. “Let me lie in your arms,” he asked. Keegan pulled him into an embrace, almost too tight.
The blonde allowed them to have this last moment of peace, before the inevitable. Their lives had always been tragic: Keegan living through Sand Viper at sixteen, holding Ajax as he faded away; Logan seeing his dad die in front of his very eyes, being forced to shoot him, going through the Pit.. why wouldn’t it end in such a way too? In tragedies main characters always die, they never find peace.
They stayed like this, hugging, until Logan spoke up, voice slurred; he was dizzy from the blood loss, “take my life, into your life.. Come, help me die, my lover.”
Keegan sucked in a sharp breath. He held Logan tight to his chest.
“I love you..” he whispered, afraid if he’d speak too loud he’d cry like a child. He reached for his handgun, and Logan buried his face in his neck as he pressed the barrel against the side of the blonde’s head.
“I love you too. Take care of yourself, Sergeant Keegan Russ.” were the last words uttered by Logan Walker into the crook of Keegan Russ’ neck, before a bullet pierced his skull, and his body fell limp in his lover’s hold.