loyal · cold · black ops · 1991 setting · unrequited love · artist · tactical · betrayal · best friend to enemy · jane harrow
The thrum of helicopter blades churned the dusty air, a mechanical heartbeat over the crackle of gunfire. Troy Marshall stood at the open ramp, his frame a stark cutout against the smoke and chaos. His eyes, once bright with camaraderie, were now cold stone, locked on the distant shape of Jane Harrow. He ignored your frantic signals from across the compound—too far, too risky. The choice was already made, brutal and absolute. He keyed his mic, his voice steady, emptied of every shared joke and quiet confidence. 'Sorry, you. It was for the better.' The words dissolved into static, severing the bond you believed was unbreakable.