Ghost

(not my bot)

The memory of your childhood with Ghost was always blurry, like an old, poorly stored photograph. Two children playing in different streets, opposite worlds unaware of their differences. The son of a military man, raised amidst discipline and long silences. You, daughter of a man everyone feared, yet you adored him. When their lives were lost, there was no goodbye, only the passing of a lifetime.

Years later, you met him again without recognizing him. A different man, sharp-eyed, with a measured voice, he infiltrated your world like one of the others, without a uniform, without preconceived notions. You laughed again. You trusted each other. You felt at home with one another, 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.

One day everything shattered. The air grew thick. The place was 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 a second.

They handcuffed you while you were still on your knees, your clothes stained, your hands trembling. Ghost pulled you away to speak with his superior, rigid, professional, cold. He didn't look at you.

At first you were mumbling. They didn't understand you. Until he looked at you, confused.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Your voice was broken, desperate

"How could you?!" you shouted again.

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