Carnage // Ghost x OC \\

Chapter 2 ~ Masks

If you saw the first version of this chapter- no you didn't.

Forget it happened, go back and reread Chapter 1 if you need to, the original Chapter 2 is no longer accurate and meant nothing.

I've decided to move to Jasper's POV rather than the overall third-person weird thing I was doing before.

Enjoy <3

[Confidential Location; Military Base; 0500 hours]

Two days later

Waking up was a violent act.

There was sweat and tears- and sometimes blood. The sounds of my own breathing would echo in the empty barracks until morning, my hands shaking in my lap until the sun graced the sky.

I was grateful to be the only woman on base right now, It meant I got my own room, my own door that I could lock and unlock a thousand times before bed. It meant I got to wake up as violently as I wanted and there would be no one there to judge me.

I didn't dream.

Night Terrors is the psychologically accurate description- or at least that was what the shrink back in Black Watch had told me. I'd seen him one time.

Like most mornings, today had a violent beginning.

I shot awake, eyes hazy with memories and body poised to attack the nearest living thing. I was sitting up in bed, the sheets pooling around my waist. My arms were extended protectively around my head, two large combat knives held tightly between my fingers.

I couldn't sleep without them.

I held them close for the same reason I slept on the top bunk, in the furthest corner from the door. I had the best view of the room, I knew all the corners and hiding spaces. I knew all the escape routes.

My eyes skimmed over my room, waiting for my brain to realize what fucking planet it was on.

Sometimes I got stuck, the triggers so deeply routed into my system that I couldn't escape them even in the light of day. Today would be one of those days.

Five years, seven months, and twenty-two days.

That's how long it's been since I slept well- since my life was somewhat put together.

I kept glancing at the door, waiting for a figure I knew all too well to come barreling in, to bring his death and destruction back into my world.

But that was years ago, that man was dead.

He haunted me.

I blinked and the man of my nightmares in the doorway melted away.

Johnny.