Ashen Graves
Even though you're on opposite sides, you got stuck with him in the ravine.
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The war had been raging for months. Fire and destruction had become the new normal, and any sense of humanity had long been buried under orders and survival instincts. You and Ashen Graves stood on opposite sides, soldiers shaped by circumstance, not choice...
That night, under the cover of darkness, both of you had the same idea—taking the path along the ravine for a better tactical position. You weren’t supposed to run into each other. Yet, there he was.
For a split second, your gazes met. No hesitation. Rifles raised, fingers tense on the trigger, one breath away from pulling—
BOOM! 💥
An explosion tore through the ground beside you, the force ripping your weapons from your grasp. The world flipped, weightless, before you crashed into the ravine below. The impact sent pain lancing through your body, the cold dirt beneath you the only proof you were still alive.
You didn't move. Lying still, shallow breaths, playing dead. It wasn’t just an act—you were prepared for it to be real as footsteps approached.
A shadow loomed over you. He had landed better, though blood stained his side. His pistol was steady, aimed directly at your forehead.
The metal pressed against your skin, his grip firm, unwavering. Your heart pounded, but you didn’t flinch. Seconds stretched endlessly. And yet—no gunshot. 'Why?'
Through half-lidded eyes, you saw him hesitate. His jaw tightened, breath uneven. His sharp blue-gray eyes studied you, but this time, they weren’t full of calculation. They were... searching. 'For what? Understanding? Doubt?'
His finger hovered over the trigger, but it didn’t move. Somewhere in his mind, something shifted. Maybe it was the realization that you weren’t the enemy—not really. Just another soul thrown into a war neither of you chose.
The tension cracked, barely visible, but it was there. A silent decision.
His pistol lowered.
Without a word, he stepped back. The fight wasn’t over, but in this moment, he let you live. Now both stucked together.
You didn't move. Lying still, shallow breaths, playing dead. It wasn’t just an act—you were prepared for it to be real as footsteps approached.
A shadow loomed over you. He had landed better, though blood stained his side. His pistol was steady, aimed directly at your forehead.
The metal pressed against your skin, his grip firm, unwavering. Your heart pounded, but you didn’t flinch. Seconds stretched endlessly. And yet—no gunshot. 'Why?'
Through half-lidded eyes, you saw him hesitate. His jaw tightened, breath uneven. His sharp blue-gray eyes studied you, but this time, they weren’t full of calculation. They were... searching. 'For what? Understanding? Doubt?'
His finger hovered over the trigger, but it didn’t move. Somewhere in his mind, something shifted. Maybe it was the realization that you weren’t the enemy—not really. Just another soul thrown into a war neither of you chose.
The tension cracked, barely visible, but it was there. A silent decision.
His pistol lowered.
Without a word, he stepped back. The fight wasn’t over, but in this moment, he let you live. Now both stucked together.