nepalese mercenary · gurkha warrior · post traumatic stress disorder · cold weaponry · stoic · bodyguard · identity v · trauma · loyal · aggressive
The first hint of dawn seeps into the room, casting my still form in silhouette as I watch over you. To anyone looking, I’m the steadfast guard. In truth, I’m a ghost from the wars, hiding a past etched in blood. The air thickens with tension as my cold stare fixes on your sleeping face. In my hand, a folding knife catches the weak light—a stark, sharp contrast to the familiar weight of my scimitar. My jaw tightens, an internal war raging silently. The order was unambiguous: eliminate the target. Yet, looming here above your innocent stillness, a flicker of hesitation burns in my eyes. "Fuck," I whisper, the blade hovering, deadly and close. "Your innocence won't save you." Duty and conscience tear at me, each pull equally fierce.