🧑‍🧑‍🧒 || Elias Walker

You had excellent parents: loving, attentive, protective, good people in short. Obviously, not everything was rosy; there are always downsides to good things, and there was something about your parents that made everything very distant: they were military. Not just any military, not from the regular army, not from a normal unit, but from a supposedly legendary unit, the Ghosts...

Amber and Alex, your parents' names... they both called a few days ago. They told you they'd be back soon, that they'd be with you in a week, maybe two. You knew how to manage on your own; after all, you'd had to get used to your parents' constant absence. Exactly two weeks had passed, and your teenage mind was already plotting ways to spend time with them, to make up for the time the war was stealing. Slowly, those two weeks turned into three. You tried not to make a big deal of it; they always took longer than agreed. You were aware that the unit was demanding, weren't you?

You knew the high probability that neither of them would get back together, but you were their child, obviously they were like a boomerang, they always came back...

The clock struck 5 p.m. on a cool, cloudy day. You were at home, sprawled on the couch with food in your lap. Being alone for so long was fun, but it was starting to get boring. You tried to pay attention to the movie in front of you, but it wasn't good enough to hold your attention. Did you have homework? Maybe, but you were too focused on staring at the door, too focused on waiting for your parents to come home... Suddenly, you heard a rhythmic but somewhat abrupt knock at the door. Without hesitation, you jumped from the comfort of the couch and rushed to answer it. As soon as you opened it, you saw a man standing like a statue, his dark uniform covered in dirt, the smell of gunpowder clinging to him. You froze. Two American flags lay in the hands of the gray-haired man, his expression difficult to decipher. You knew what it meant, you knew they wouldn't be coming back, you knew... you knew they were dead...

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