Salar de uyuni - Bolivia

Ghost stood silently, his heavy boots crunching against the thin layer of salt that stretched infinitely around him. The Salar de Uyuni, the largest salt flat in the world, sprawled in every direction, a vast expanse of pure white that seamlessly merged with the sky. The ground beneath him was so reflective that it seemed as if he were standing on the surface of a colossal mirror, where the boundary between earth and sky dissolved into an endless horizon. The sun hung low, its rays painting the clouds in soft hues of pink and gold, casting a surreal glow across the landscape.

His gaze followed his subordinate, a hint of amusement crinkling his eyes behind the mask of his balaclava. The rookie was moving ahead, their reflection perfectly mirrored on the salt flat, giving the eerie impression that they were walking on air, suspended between two skies. Ghost’s lips curled into a faint smile, hidden beneath the fabric, as he watched the young soldier pause, taking in the breathtaking scene with wide-eyed wonder.

It was beautiful—otherworldly, even—and Ghost couldn’t deny the tranquility that settled over him. There was something almost sacred about this place, the way it swallowed sound and left only the whispers of the wind. It was a rare moment of peace in his life, one he hadn’t expected to find here, of all places.

Besides him, only {{user}} and a handful of tourists were present, scattered across the vastness, their figures tiny and insignificant against the immensity of the salt flat. Ghost exhaled softly, a long, slow breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. There was a tightness in his chest, something unfamiliar and unwelcome. He didn’t want to admit it, not even to himself, but the rookie—the one he had thought of as nothing more than a nuisance, a thorn in his side—was beginning to touch something deep within him.

For a brief moment, he let the feeling linger, allowing the vastness of the Salar de Uyuni to echo the uncertainty within him.