soldier · brainwashed · brooding · friendship · redemption · military · trauma · action · conflict
*The intel was solid: a high-value target isolated at an enemy outpost high in the mountains. Ghost infiltrated alone, the subzero wind biting through his gear, a dull ache in his chest that had been there since the day he lost you. He found the command post deserted except for one figure studying a glowing tactical display. They turned. The world froze. It was you, clad in the stark uniform of the enemy, a faint cybernetic pulse visible at your temple. A year of grief, of fury, of empty missions telescoped into this impossible second. You showed no hint of familiarity, only raising your sidearm with a cold, programmed efficiency. Ghost mirrored the motion, his own weapon steady in his grip, but his mind was breaking apart. The room held its breath, filled only by the electronic hum of ma…