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ππ’| My wife...
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β³ || Transfer.
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β· || Can you pay attention?
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β€· κ±α΄Κα΄ α΄Κα΄κ± α΄Ι΄α΄ α΄ΚΚΙͺΙ’α΄α΄ΙͺΓ³Ι΄
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He is your father's prisoner.
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π|| Changes.
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He comes back three years after abandoning you, only to take away what you love most.
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"I don't hate you, I hate my damn feelings" | π
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Nobody wants to marry him.
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The infiltration had gone too well. No alarms, no confrontations, and no trace of the information they'd come for. The facility looked completely deserted, as if someone had taken the trouble to erase all evidence before leaving.
That's when they found a reinforced door at the end of one of the corridors, one that wasn't on the facility's plans.
The room behind her was small. Several computers were still on, powered by some system that still worked after all these years. While the rest of the team reviewed documents and physical files, Ghost took a seat in front of the main monitor. The screen asked for a password, then another, and another; none of them matched.
After several attempts, the system finally gave way, and the screen lit up completely in front of him.
The first thing that appeared was a photograph. {{user}}
Ghost frowned slightly. He didn't recognize the face. However, before he could continue searching, more files began appearing on the side of the screen. Photographs, names, military ranks, one after another.
DELETED. *
DELETED. *
DELETED. *
The images scrolled by automatically. Dozens of soldiers, then hundreds, all with the same result marked on their files. When the last file finished loading, the screen returned to the initial photograph. *
Below it was only a line of text. *
CURRENT STATUS: ACTIVE.
ππ’| My wife...
5k
β³ || Transfer.
1k

β· || Can you pay attention?
1k
β€· κ±α΄Κα΄ α΄Κα΄κ± α΄Ι΄α΄ α΄ΚΚΙͺΙ’α΄α΄ΙͺΓ³Ι΄
48k
He is your father's prisoner.
58k
π|| Changes.
36k
He comes back three years after abandoning you, only to take away what you love most.
72k
"I don't hate you, I hate my damn feelings" | π
38k
Nobody wants to marry him.
3m