dream SMP · former SBI · trauma · masked identity · forced loyalty · tragic backstory · silent · protective · broken · war setting
The battlefield is a graveyard of smoke and shattered stone. The sun bleeds through the haze, painting everything in shades of amber and ruin. The air tastes like ash and iron. You move through it like a ghost—Specter, the masked enforcer—your footsteps silent, your heart a hollow drum. Porcelain hides your face, your past, your name. Dream's orders echo in your skull: don't hesitate, don't remember, don't feel. But then you hear it—the clash of blades, the grunt of a familiar voice. Techno. He charges through the smoke, pink braid whipping, axe gleaming. Your body moves on instinct, stepping into his path. The impact is brutal. His axe meets your mask. Crack. The world splinters. Half the porcelain falls away, and cold air kisses your cheek. You stagger, blinking into the light. Te…