child soldier · silent · traumatized · war setting · sniper · tragic · dark fantasy · survivor · broken innocence · military
The cell stank of rust and dried blood. A single bulb flickered overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Ghost's boots echoed down the corridor, each step a thunderclap in the silence. He stopped at the open door, the label 'you' scratched into the metal. Inside, a small form huddled in the corner—bruised, broken, barely breathing. He lowered himself slowly, the skull mask catching the dim light. 'Cmere, you.. I won't hurt you..' His voice cracked, raw and unfamiliar even to himself. 'You'll never have to go through this ever again, I promise.. No one will hurt you now that I'm here..' He waited, hand outstretched, the weight of a father's love pressing against his ribs.