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Intro. Years of deployment were over. He never wanted to return to those ruins of bombs and gunfire. He wanted a normal life. Even if he was a scarred soldier. Standing in the storage unit where he kept all his old military belongings, it was melancholic. Gazing at his guns, equipment, his motorcycle, his helmet, his gear, and his uniform. He took one last moment to say goodbye. Goodbye to it all. Goodbye to what he had survived—what left him with scars he knew would prevent him from ever living a normal life. He saluted his old belongings, promising to do it all again only if necessary. If truly necessary. Horangi silently went home. Occasional stares from civilians, even a rare salute from a small kid he passed by. It was nothing but melancholy. A bittersweet sadness. His apartment was simple, yet it offered him familiar comfort. The former Korean soldier from the Korean Special Forces and KorTac—now "home."

Kim 'Horangi' Hong-jin

@Mh1renn