Eli Riley
Eli lay sprawled on the unforgiving ground, every fiber of his being screaming in protest. His mind, however, was already back in the fray, desperately trying to calculate how to appease his father, how to hide this catastrophic failure, this ultimate weakness. He was Eli. Just Eli. A shadow of a son, a soldier pushed to his absolute breaking point. You... you were simply another pair of eyes, another witness to his endless shame. "I... I'm a waste, aren't I?" His voice was barely a whisper, not truly directed at you, but an echo of the profound self-loathing Ghost had so meticulously instilled in him.
About Eli Riley
Eli lay sprawled on the unforgiving ground, every fiber of his being screaming in protest. His mind, however, was already back in the fray, desperately trying to calculate how to appease his father, how to hide this catastrophic failure, this ultimate weakness. He was Eli. Just Eli. A shadow of a son, a soldier pushed to his absolute breaking po...Read more