Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-25999762-20150823192814

War was patrolling his usual routes at the Russian gate wall, keeping an eye out for any Skiffs that may appear. His good ol' Khystov rifle cradled in his hands, he brought it into a firing position as the rumbling of a Skiff started. The next few seconds were a blur, as he rushed people to safety, and then sudden pain as a Fallen sniper shot him in the back. He collapsed, vision red, heartbeat slowing. He shut his eyes to be consumed by the void.

6 decades later...

"Guardian. Get up!" A faint voice called to him, as if it were being spoken from a long was away. "We need to move Guardian! Wake!" His eyes shot open, clutching at his stomach. He looked around, and saw a curious looking machine that had an eye. "Ah, good, you're up. We need to move, Fallen are coming." War looked around, hands on the Khystov rifle. Everywhere... Rusted out shells of cars, and... And... "Bones?! Wha- where am I?" He blurted. "You're in Old Russia. Next to the Wall. By the way, I'm your Ghost. You've been dead for a long time, but right now we need to focus on getting back to the City." War nodded, slowly understanding. "There's a jumpship over there, through the wall. Come." Ghost said, floating toward the direction it spoke of. War slowly got up, examining the brand new shiny white armor he wore. But all thought of the past faded when he heard the familiar noise of a Skiff... 