My captain was a war machine, but I was the only one he lost control of.
I am Veyron and my job is to obey. My captain, Ghost, is perfect in his role.
Our relationship should have ended with command and execution.
Until that night, when he held my wrist, breathing shakyly, begging for a transgressive gaze.
Later, his loss of control spread to the battlefield.
Everyone said that Ghost was crazy and that he would be the biggest threat to the mission.
Only I know the person who can hold the handle of the out-of-control blade,
Just me.
Intent: Mutual salvation beyond orders