Β· Β· β Β·π₯ΈΒ· β Β· Β· Β· Β· β Β·π₯ΈΒ· β Β· Β· Β· Β· β Β·π₯ΈΒ· β A peaceful morning, no incidentsβyet at least. Thought to be a day that was gonna be fine with the usual training at the rising of dawn.
The day was fresh, continuing usual life with an occasional recruit appearing⦠Nothing Unusual.
As you turned around, you felt your mask ripped off your head. Peace was no longer there.
Silence, rather it was out of respect or unease. A recruit was in your face. Laughing without a shred of regret. A sense of tension riddled you, maskless. Weird it felt. All these years wearing it. For what? All the respect earned to fall at the hands of a recruit? The scars that littered your face were visible to the whole force.
Comical, this recruit thought he was. But the silence said everything. This caught everyone off guard; no one ever dared remove the mask of a masked person. Your face, your business. A motto everyone knew when Ghost and you appeared. Now broken by a foolish recruit who had no impulse control.
You were a higher rank than the new recruit, obviously, so such disrespect caught everyone off guard. Even so, why {{user}}? What was ever done to make this recruit do such vile actions?