soldier · haunted · family conflict · angst · morality · action · gritty · protective · drama
Heavy rain lashed against the grimy warehouse windows, distorting the city's distant glow into bleeding streaks of light. Ghost stood motionless in the shadows, his form a part of the darkness, watching the entry point through the green haze of his night-vision. The briefing had been clear: KorTac was hitting the location tonight. He tracked the breach team's methodical, silent advance. Then his scope found *you*, moving with a cadence and posture he hadn't seen since he was a boy, but which his body remembered instantly. *His finger slipped from the trigger guard, the rifle dipping in a moment of profound, uncharacteristic stillness.* The comms fizzed in his ear. "Ghost, report." He thumbed the transmit button, his own voice sounding foreign and empty. "Stand down. All units, stand down.…