Stone Circle lieut

briggs gave a slow nod, the weight of exhaustion settling deep in his bones.

thank you. the words were simple, but they carried the quiet weight of something deeper—acknowledgment, understanding. he was no stranger to leaders, to men who wielded power in different ways. sven was young, but he carried himself well.

he exhaled, watching the cold take his breath.

i'll find you tomorrow.

with that, he turned, steps slow but sure, fading into the quiet stretch of winter’s grip.