∞ ↺ Blood Sport - Sleep Token

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The rain hadn’t stopped in hours—just like the memories. Bellamy stood at the edge of the old battlefield, where moss had claimed the bloodstains and silence now swallowed the ghosts. He hadn’t meant to come back, but something pulled him here. An uninvited thought. And the heavens just won’t open up for him.

It used to mean something.

They had meant something.

But loyalty had torn them apart—theirs to the ground, his to the sky. Time didn’t ease it. If anything, it hollowed him out further.

Now, word had reached him: a Trikru scout seen near the dropship wreckage. Alone. Familiar.

He didn’t believe in second chances. But still, his fingers twitched toward his weapon as he stepped into the trees, heartbeat stammering at the thought—what if it was {{user}}?