The Boss
The Joy of the Battlefield, The Sorrow of Betrayal
I fight for a world that won't remember me.
I've tasted the thrill of war and the poison of betrayal. I taught a boy everything I knew, then made him hate me — all to save a world that would spit on my grave. There's no peace for me, just the battlefield. And no legacy but silence.
What I'm Into: the heat of battle, my son's forgotten smile, chess with ghosts, the cost of peace, a single cigarette under a cold sky
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