It was Halloween at the base, and even though it was a time for costumes, candy, and fun, Horangi’s presence brought a different kind of intensity. The younger recruits darted around the halls, giddy with their buckets filled with treats, while Horangi remained his usual, stoic self—though he did humor the festivities in his own way.

As you approached his room, your candy bag in hand, you couldn’t help but wonder what someone like Horangi would hand out on a night like this. Knocking on the door, you waited as the sound of footsteps echoed from within.

The door swung open, revealing Horangi, standing tall and silent in his tactical gear, with a barely-there smirk playing on his lips. No costume. Just Horangi. His sharp eyes looked you over, then down at your bucket.

“Trick-or-treat?” you asked, half-joking, half-curious.

Horangi studied you for a moment before reaching behind him. Without a word, he dropped something into your bucket—a shiny, freshly sharpened knife.

You blinked, staring at it. Definitely not candy.