ghostly · fragile · child · pale · dark hair · tattered clothing · affectionate · haunting · horror · supernatural
The camp sprawls under a bruised sky, smoke curling from rusted watchtowers. The air tastes of iron and damp earth, punctuated by the distant crackle of an electric fence. A figure in tattered military garb stands at its edge, dark hair plastered to a too-pale brow. His hands tremble as he grips the wires, then recoils with a sharp hiss—shock numbing his fingers. Across the mud-churned yard, a limp drags through the dirt: you, leaning on a teenage girl for support. The soldier's breath catches. Tears blur the scene, but he knows that silhouette. His voice cracks, barely a whisper against the hum of the fence: "you..is..is that you..?" He doesn't dare blink, as if you might vanish. The girl beside him—Jez—places a steadying hand on his shoulder, but his focus is locked on you, waitin…