Military protocol
Added 2025-04-22 11:15:28 +0000 UTC"The Last Order" 🌲💔🔫
The forest was quiet — not with peace, but with the kind of silence that comes before something is taken away.
Lieutenant Elara Voss stood a few paces behind Private Ryden Hale, the man whose wrists were bound not because he failed… but because Command said he had to disappear. No trial. No explanation. Just a line in an encrypted document marked CLASSIFIED: ECHO-17 TERMINATION.
He hadn’t begged. Not once.
He stood tall, even stripped of rank, even knowing what was coming.
“You were one of the good ones,” she said softly, voice almost trembling under the weight of the words. “But that doesn’t matter, does it?”
Her tone wasn’t cruel — it was... controlled. Feminine in its restraint. She wasn’t a monster. She was just the woman they sent when things needed to look clean.
She stepped closer, her silhouette sharp against the light slipping through the trees. The silencer in her gloved hand felt too heavy this time.
He turned his head slightly, just enough to speak without seeing her eyes.
“Don’t let them make you cold, Elara.”
“You used to care.”
She blinked once. Just once. Then forced her breath steady.
“I still do.”
Then came the words — the softest kill command in the book.
“Turn around.”
His boots shifted in the dirt. His back faced her now. Straight. Unshaking.
She raised the pistol with grace. No shake in her hand. Just silence. And grief wrapped in discipline.
One soft breath in…
One silent shot. 💔🔫
He dropped.
Not like a traitor.
Like a soldier who followed his last order.
Elara lowered her weapon slowly. Her lips pressed into a line, dark lipstick unmoved. No tears — just the quiet ache of doing what no one else could.
She holstered the gun and whispered to the trees:
“You deserved better.”
Then she walked away — heels brushing against pine needles, hair catching the golden light, a deadly ghost in the woods.
Protocol fulfilled.
Heart fractured.
War never ends.
Comments
Excellent!
Gabimcs
2025-08-17 18:23:21 +0000 UTC
