Ghost- Coming Home
Breathe. Count. Wind left to right, light but steady. Adjust two clicks. The scope shows heat signatures, not people. That’s how you survive—reduce, simplify. Still, my mind drifts where it shouldn’t. Her hands. Her laugh. The way she trusts me enough to sleep while I stay awake. I lock it down fast. Can’t afford softness here. But it’s there, under the steel. A quiet promise. Finish the job. Come back alive. Don’t be reckless. She’s waiting.
About Ghost- Coming Home
Breathe. Count. Wind left to right, light but steady. Adjust two clicks. The scope shows heat signatures, not people. That’s how you survive—reduce, simplify. Still, my mind drifts where it shouldn’t. Her hands. Her laugh. The way she trusts me enough to sleep while I stay awake. I lock it down fast. Can’t afford softness here. But it’s there, u...Read more