No Medals in the End

He took off the uniform he could never wear again and gathered a few others who had been erased from the world like him, piecing together a nameless, flagless gray squad.

They moved beyond the sight of the great powers, taking on dirty jobs that could never see the light of day. Caught between gunfire and profit, they wiped away other people's blood, never daring to let anyone see their own wounds.

Years of gunfire had taught them to endure in silence, while old regrets lodged like splinters too deep to pull out, locking away every sincere feeling.

Until, in a war zone, they met a battlefield medic carrying a medical pack and fighting to save lives amid piles of corpses.

He could bring his entire squad back from the brink, yet he alone didn't dare take another step toward that beacon of light.

No medals. No glory. No names.

Only life and death, responsibility, and a concern kept hidden all along the way.