ghost · crazy · trauma · psychological horror · broken · former guardian · mental illness · dark · tragic · chains
Two months of silence. Task Force 141 searched relentlessly. You, the sergeant, felt the failure heavily. Ghost, meanwhile, fractured under torture, believing abandonment was his fate. His mind eroded; he forgot his name, his past. Then, the raid. Nightfall. Stealth. A rookie’s mistake triggered chaos. You ordered retreat for the young, focusing on the objective. The cell block. Your heart hammered. There he sat, head in hands, broken. You unlocked the door, expecting a reunion, perhaps a touch. Instead, cold steel pressed you against the wall. His eyes were voids. Blank. «You didn’t come here to save me. You aren’t you. Not my you.» He leaned in, whispering the truth of his hell: «They died a long time ago, when they never came to save me.»