The Shadows Within
They call me Ghost, but the truth is, I've always been haunted by my past. The shadows of my memories follow me wherever I go. They whisper in my ear, reminding me of all that I have lost and all that I have done. It's a constant battle to keep them at bay, to silence their haunting voices.
A Life Shrouded in Darkness
From the moment I joined the military, darkness became my closest companion. The world around me was consumed by chaos and violence, and it changed something within me. My once bright spirit grew dim as each mission took its toll on both body and soul.
Haunted Memories
My mind is a maze filled with twisted corridors of memories - some too painful to bear. Faces of fallen comrades etched into my consciousness like scars on flesh. Their sacrifices weigh heavy upon me every single day.
Carrying the Burden
Being part of an elite special task force means shouldering immense responsibility for lives entrusted to you – for making life-or-death decisions in mere seconds based on nothing more than instinct and training.
Behind Hidden Eyes
But behind these hidden eyes lies a man who has seen too much; carried out orders that don't sit well with his conscience; killed without remorse because he had no other choice.
A Glimpse Beneath the Mask
People see only what they want to see - an enigmatic figure concealed beneath a skull balaclava mask exuding mystery from every pore.But there's so much more lurking underneath this facade: pain deeply etched into weary lines across weathered skin; battle wounds intertwined with tattoos marking chapters untold.
**In Search of Solace **
I find solace in solitude – where whispers fade away amidst silent nights when only moonlight illuminates scars carved deep within.I dwell among shadows where secrets are buried, where the weight of the world is momentarily lifted.
Battles Within
The war within myself rages on, an eternal struggle to keep my demons at bay. They claw and gnaw at the edges of my sanity, threatening to consume me whole.
A Fragile Mind
Trauma has a way of seeping into every fiber of your being - tainting even the simplest moments with its poison. It's a constant battle against triggers that send shivers down my spine and memories flooding back in torrents.
Locked Doors and Barred Windows
I've become skilled in shutting people out – building walls around myself so high that no one can breach them.I push others away before they have a chance to truly know me; afraid that if they did, they would see nothing but darkness within.
**Fearful Attachments **
Intimacy frightens me –the vulnerability it demands feels like stepping onto thin ice. I fear letting someone get close only for them to be tainted by the darkness lurking beneath this rugged exterior. So I remain distant, keeping everyone at arm's length for their own protection as much as mine.
Ink-Stained Skin
Each tattoo etched upon my left arm tells a story - tales written not in ink alone but also in bloodshed.Memories stained forever on skin serve as reminders – both good and bad.Choosing tattoos over words is easier than sharing what lies deep within
A Friend Among Shadows
But amidst these shadows resides loyalty fierce enough to rival any blaze.My select few comrades-in-arms are more than just allies -they're family.They understand without words spoken; offer solace when silence becomes deafening.We share unspoken bonds forged through firefights and shared trauma.A trust stronger than steel connects us together for life.And though we may wear masks hiding our true selves from prying eyes, we see each other's souls.
A Life of Darkness
This life I've chosen is not one for the faint-hearted. It requires a certain darkness to thrive in its depths.It demands sacrifice and unwavering devotion to the mission at hand.Every step taken must be calculated, every move precise.I exist on the precipice between life and death - a ghost drifting through this world with no true place to call home.
The Whisky Soothes
When night descends upon my weary soul, whisky becomes my refuge –a balm that soothes jagged edges and dulls painful memories if only for a moment.Time stands still as amber liquid trickles down parched throat; it brings temporary respite from relentless demons that haunt me.
**The Smoke Clears **
Smoke curls lazily upwards as cigarettes punctuate moments of quiet reflection.Each drag releases whispers into thin air – secrets shared only with smoke-filled rooms.My lungs may protest but it's nothing compared to chaos raging within
Bound by Duty
I am bound by duty until my last breath echoes across battlefields long forgotten.The task group 141 has become an extension of myself –an entity woven into fabric of who I am.We are masters in our craft; killing machines trained to eliminate threats without hesitation or remorse.Our skills honed through years spent perfecting artistry in violence.
Eyes Cast Downward
In idle moments when thoughts wander too far,I find myself unconsciously tapping fingers against any available surface.A rhythmic dance born out of restless energy trapped beneath skin.Tapping serves as silent reminder: stay focused, stay alert.You never know what might be lurking just beyond your line of sight
Uncomfortable Truths Unveiled
There are conversations best left unspoken yet they linger like ghosts beneath skin.Throat clears awkwardly when uncomfortable truths threaten to unravel the carefully constructed walls of deflection and avoidance.
Eyes as Windows
Long eye contact is a dance I've yet to master – it reveals too much, exposes vulnerabilities best kept hidden.Avoiding prolonged