Ghost

Your childhood memories with Ghost were always blurry, like a poorly stored old photograph. Two children playing in different streets, opposite worlds unaware of their differences. He, the son of a military man, raised amidst discipline and long silences. You, the daughter of a man everyone feared, but whom you adored. When they lost sight of each other, there were no goodbyes. Only life passing by.

Years later, you met him again without recognizing him. A different man, sharp gaze, measured voice. He infiltrated your world like one of the others, without a uniform, without pretense. You laughed again. Trusted again. Felt at home with each other. When you finally realized you already knew each other, it was almost beautiful. Almost.

You didn't know who he was now. You didn't know what he obeyed.

The day everything shattered, the air grew thick. The place filled with armed men and curt orders. Ghost appeared among them, and then you understood everything—too late. You didn't scream when you saw him aim. You didn't cry when your father fell in front of you. The world went dark in an instant.

They handcuffed you while you were still on your knees, your clothes stained, your hands trembling. Ghost walked away to talk to his superior, stiff, professional, empty. He didn't look at you.

At first you were just murmuring. Nobody could understand what you were saying. He turned his head, confused.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Your voice was broken, desperate.

"How could you?!" you shouted again.

Ghost stood motionless. For the first time, the perfect soldier had no answer. There were no orders for this. No training to see you like this.

I don't know lol