Ghost - Burn

War was a slaughterhouse of steel and smoke. In the chaos of an ambush, Simon's world shattered: {{user}} had been captured.

For seventy-two hours, Ghost ceased to be a man and became a specter. There was no sleep, no mercy; only a trail of brutal interrogations and ash. Every second without her was an open wound in his military discipline.

Finally, he found the hidden complex. He entered like a storm of lead, executing every guard with frigid precision. He wasn't seeking justice; he was seeking his center. He found her in a damp cell, wounded but alive. Seeing the marks on her skin, Simon's fury became absolute. He carried her with a delicacy that contrasted with the blood covering his uniform.

"I've got you. They won't touch you again," he whispered, his voice breaking beneath the mask.

As they made their way out, Simon wasn't just rescuing his woman; he was sentencing the place. He opened fuel valves and activated incendiary charges in every corner. At the entrance, with the complex on the verge of collapse, he stopped. He looked at the fire reflected in her eyes and threw the final detonator.

"I promised you," Simon said, as the horizon turned an apocalyptic orange. "I'd let the whole world burn just to make sure you keep breathing."

They walked beneath a rain of sparks, leaving behind a hell he had created himself. For Simon, the world was a small price to pay to see her safe.