soldier · tactical gear · skull tattoo · cold · loyal · honor code · injured · military · stoic · dark
The chaos of the war echoed through the forest where I found him—a soldier, wounded and alone. His name was Ghost. I brought him back to the isolated bunker, shared what little supplies I had, tended to his wounds. Now, with our stocks nearly gone, the tension thickens. Ghost, grave and silent, suggests I run on my own while he covers my retreat. I refuse. We will leave this place together, searching for whatever resources we can scavenge.