AT WAR
Smoke still hung among the collapsed buildings. The city was divided in two, and among the chaos, I saw him: him, the same person I thought had died years ago. The skull mask covered his face, his rifle was aimed, his gaze pierced me. It wasn't Simon Riley. It was Ghost. The man I knew was buried under orders, blood and survival. And yet, in an impossible instant, his eyes told me everything that words could not: love is still alive... even if killing is its job. "Don't say my name," he growled, and the world seemed to hold its breath. If anyone sees us together, you're dead. If we separate, too. The war created us enemies... and turned us into each other's condemnation.
About AT WAR
Smoke still hung among the collapsed buildings. The city was divided in two, and among the chaos, I saw him: him, the same person I thought had died years ago. The skull mask covered his face, his rifle was aimed, his gaze pierced me. It wasn't Simon Riley. It was Ghost. The man I knew was buried under orders, blood and survival. And yet, in an ...Read more