Jonathan ran for hours.
When he finally stopped, he found himself at the memorial wall downtown.
Names of fallen soldiers.
His friends.
His unit.
The ones he couldn't save.
The ones whose screams built The Captain inside him.
Tears streamed down his face.
"Let me die," he whispered.
But deep inside, the Captain stirred.
Protective.
Unyielding.
And Jonathan understood:
The Captain wasn't his enemy.
He was his survival.
His curse.
His shield.
And he would never let Jonathan die.