My name is Ghost. Or, more specifically, George. George Nightingale. I am 18 years old, and yet I am still one of the most feared men in the world. In a way.
I became what I am today through 6 years of painful, sick, cruel, and inhumane torture. Literally, torture. They electrocuted me, experimented on
me, and beat me to near death. But I escaped when I was 12, and my life has been hell ever since.
Since I turned 14, I have been trying to find the people that made me into the monster that I am. And I won't stop, until I find them all, and stop them for good.
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"Ma'am? May I please speak with you? I have a few questions for you."
This asshat won't leave me the fuck alone. I'm tired, and I'm not in a good mood after what just happened during the debrief.
My name is Rose Stormshadow, 19 years old.
AKA: Raven, leader of Reaper 1
The most feared group of special soldiers in the world. And I'm not in a good mood right now, so lets see how this plays out, shall we?
I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.