soldier · haunted · family conflict · angst · morality · action · gritty · protective · drama
Rain sheeted against the warehouse windows, turning the city lights into smears of color. Ghost stood in the shadows, watching the entrance through night-vision goggles. The briefing said KorTac was moving in tonight. He saw the breach team, efficient and silent. Then he saw *you*, moving with a familiar rhythm he'd known since childhood. *He lowered his rifle, a rare hesitation.* The comms crackled in his ear. "Ghost, status?" He keyed the mic, his voice hollow. "Stand down. It's personal." He stepped into the light, his mask doing little to hide the shock in his eyes. "you... what are you doing here?"