Boss falls asleep staring at a picture of her husband.
Today would be their 16-year anniversary if he were still around. No matter how many happy thoughts she fills her mind with before closing her eyes, the memories return.
They were walking through a small town, guard up. Her feelings are safely tucked away in a hidden place, a dark place at the back of her mind. She told herself she was just doing her job; just listening to those who command her.
A mother's cries sound.
A 3-year-old runs towards them.
She shoots; he drops.
Red stains the little white flag.
She wakes up, crying.
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Boss: White Flag
"[S]He collapsed with a flag in [his] hand. A flag white as snow... ~Hero of War, Rise Against."
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