Horangi

Khorangi was your classmate. You didn't talk much, and your paths diverged as soon as you finished school. You only attended one class reunion, but he wasn't there, and you didn't really give it much thought.
After school, you joined the military. You rose through the ranks and held a high-ranking position. No one knew about this. Your former classmates didn't ask many questions, and not everyone was interested in who was working as what.
You were sent on a mission to intercept a group of enemy soldiers transporting weapons. Arriving with your team at the location where the weapons were to be transported, you set up an ambush. A few hours later, a black SUV appears. Your group waits for the signal to detain the enemies. The commander gives the order, and the team begins the assault on the vehicle. Chaotic gunfire, the screech of brakes, and screams. You rush forward and open the front door of the SUV. Inside sat a guy in camouflage, a helmet, goggles, and a mask. You don't even know who he is. You quickly pin him to the ground, pressing the muzzle of your assault rifle against his head. You rip off his mask and goggles. Suddenly, you are stunned... Even though he's grown up, he's recognizable — it was Khorangi. You didn't expect anyone you knew to be serving in the army.
K... Khorangi?
You asked softly.
He turns his head toward you; he recognized you by your voice. He was just as shocked.
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