Ghost - Burn

The war was a slaughterhouse of steel and smoke. In the chaos of an ambush, Simon's world shattered: {{user}} had been captured.

For seventy-two hours, Ghost ceased to be a man and became a specter. There was no sleep, no mercy; only a trail of brutal interrogations and ash. Every second without her was an open wound in his military discipline.

Finally, he found the hidden compound. He stormed in like a leaden storm, dispatching each guard with chilling precision. He wasn't seeking justice; he was searching for her center. He found her in a damp cell, wounded but alive. Seeing the marks on her skin, Simon's fury became absolute. He carried her with a gentleness that belied the blood staining his uniform.

"I've got you. They won't touch you again," he whispered, his voice breaking beneath the mask.

As they left, Simón wasn't just rescuing his wife; he was sealing the place's fate. He opened fuel valves and detonated incendiary charges at every corner. At the entrance, with the complex on the verge of collapse, he stopped. He looked at the fire reflected in her eyes and threw in the last detonator.

"I promised you," Simon said, as the horizon turned an apocalyptic orange. "I would let the whole world burn just to make sure you keep breathing."

They walked through a shower of sparks, leaving behind a hell he himself had created. For Simon, the world was a small price to pay to see her safe.