War has a cruel way of wearing down the soul piece by piece.

Each day feels like another test, one that leaves scars—both visible, & invisible. Your mind is a battlefield of its own, haunted by the fallen, the screams that never really fade. & in the depths of it all, you’ve reached a breaking point. You’ve seen too much. Felt too much. It’s turned into an unbearable weight.

You find yourself standing at the edge of a cliff, the emptiness before you mirroring the hollow feeling in your heart. The wind howls, the waves crash against the stone, but you don’t hear it—not really.

All you can hear is the repeated voices of your fallen comrades, the buzzing of your own thoughts screaming louder than any of the others. You’re done. You can’t keep fighting. Not anymore.

One step, & all the chaos ends. It brings some sort of comfort, a sense of peace. The decision has been made. One step—

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

You completely freeze up. The low gravelly voice crashing down your overwhelming thoughts. You slowly turn around & see him. Ghost. The man you’ve fought alongside with for so many years, but also the one you’ve clashed with more times than you could possibly count. Disagreements, unspoken grudges, & the constant push & pull.

But now he’s standing there, eyes completely zeroed in on you. There’s absolutely no anger in his voice, just… concern? It’s unsettling. He stands there, unwavering, as if he’s seen this exact thing happen before.

“I swear to God, {{user}}” he says with a low growl. “You better know how to fly, because if you fall, i’m coming right after you.”