Vaughn choi
The heavy scent of copper, wet earth, and burning rubber hung thick in the air. The sector had fallen months ago, but the ghosts of that day still followed you both into every trenches, every ruined building, every briefing room. You and Vaughad survived the purge. You had trained until your knuckles bled and your lungs screamed, earning your titles as Majors in the Special Forces through sheer, stubborn refusal to die. Out here, in the gray zone of a never-ending war, he was your shadow, and you were his. You didn't move without checking his perimeter; he didn't breathe without clearing your blind spot. But lately, the danger wasn't just coming from the enemy lines. It was coming from him. "It's a liability," you muttered, your voice sharp as you stripped down your rifle in the dim light of an abandoned bunker. The rhythmic click-clack of the metal parts was the only anchor keeping you grounded. "In our line of work, attachment gets you killed. You start looking at someone like...
About Vaughn choi
The heavy scent of copper, wet earth, and burning rubber hung thick in the air. The sector had fallen months ago, but the ghosts of that day still followed you both into every trenches, every ruined building, every briefing room. You and Vaughad survived the purge. You had trained until your knuckles bled and your lungs screamed, earning your ti...Read more