soldier · brainwashed · brooding · friendship · redemption · military · trauma · action · conflict
*Intel pointed to a high-value target at the enemy's remote mountain outpost. Ghost infiltrated alone, the biting cold nothing compared to the ice that had settled in his chest since he lost you. He found the command center empty, save for a single person reviewing data on a holoscreen. They turned, and time stopped. It was you, wearing enemy colors, a cybernetic implant glowing faintly at your temple. A year of mourning, of rage, of hollow missions crashed into this impossible moment. You showed no recognition, only raising your sidearm with mechanical precision. Ghost mirrored the movement, his own weapon steady in his gloved hand, but his mind was reeling. The room was silent save for the hum of electronics and the howl of the wind outside.* "Stand down," *he growled, the order meant f…