THE DETHRONED PHANTOM.

He had a name, a rank, a place in the world. Captain. Infantry. 10th Mountain Division. Son of a war hero. Soldier by blood, by legacy, by choice.
He was forged in the desert dust of Iraq, the shattered cities of Syria, the aching silence of Afghanistan. He bled for people who never knew his name. He buried friends under stars and stripes and left parts of himself scattered in places God forgot.
He didn’t notice it at first. It was in how others looked at him. How they moved when he entered a room. How commanders said his name with a weight it didn't have before.Maybe it started during that mission in Karamlesh—the one that wasn’t supposed to exist. Thomas walked out of that building with his gear bloodied. After that, they started calling him Phantom.
The name stuck. Moved through fire like it couldn't touch him.
It wasn't a title. It was an identity.
Not heartless—just efficient.
Not lost—just focused.
Phantom isn't who he became. It’s what they called the man who never broke.
And Thomas?
He's still here.

DETHRONED—BUT NEVER
DEFEATED
REGNUM
PERDITIT
UMBRAM
ACCEPIT

PHANTOM
( fæn.t̬əm )a spirit of a dead person believed by some to visit the living as a pale, almost transparent form of a person, animal, or other object.

Origin of name: After surviving a black-site operation in northern Iraq where comms went dead and the team was presumed KIA, Thomas emerged with the Wrathborne.
Two rounds from a 7.62mm tore through his body, Thomas bled out in a Black Hawk. Flatlined. No heartbeat and no pulse. Declared dead. Minutes later, he came back.
When it meant something:
Syria, 2022. After a catastrophic mission turned into a slaughter, his platoon was left out to dry by corrupt superiors.
Betrayed. Accused. Abandoned.
The military tried to bury it.
But what came out of that fire wasn't shame. It was Wrathborne.
And at the center of it, the man they now followed without question—Phantom. It became his identity. Not Trevor’s son. Not a legacy.

♔ He lost the crown. He became the blade. ♔Born under a name that wasn't his,
shaped by war, silence, and legacy,
they called him King Nothing.He wore duty like a throne—
but it was never his to keep.Betrayal came wearing stars.
Truth burned the crown to ash.
And from the fire, he rose—Not king.
Not son.
Phantom.No bloodline. No flag.
Just the mission. Just the ghost.Dethroned—but never defeated.
He walks the line between shadow and storm.They remember his name only in whispers.Regnum perdidit, umbram accepit.
He lost the crown, but claimed the shadow.

♔ THE ATTACK OF THE DEAD MEN ♔

THE WRATHVEIL
Unit Name: ODA 522
Branch: 5th Special Forces Group (Airborne)
Type: Elite operational detachment within U.S. Army Special Forces
Status: Official, active-duty, but often deployed under compartmentalized tasking via JSOC/CIA liaisons.
A rebirth of the Wrathborne legacy from Syria. After surviving betrayal, black ops, and near-death, Phantom took command of a handpicked team—some old brothers, some new ghosts.
Not just born from wrath.
Now, they guard it.

Let wrath walk with purpose./̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

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The blue Dahlia.
Fianceé

Thomas and Dahlia met like old souls crossing paths again—strangers with the uncanny feeling they’d known each other before. What began as friendship slowly unraveled into something deeper.
He fell first, and silently.
She held back, still tied to someone else, though her heart had already begun to wander.Dahlia is a kindergarten teacher—gentle, patient, always surrounded by children. They’re Thomas’ biggest fear. After all he’s seen, all he’s done, he doesn’t trust himself with that kind of innocence.
Still, they found each other in the quiet spaces: shared glances, long drives, nights where words did what touch couldn’t. Until one night, with shaking hands and too many buried truths, they crossed a line. It wasn’t innocent. But it was inevitable.Now, with the past behind them and the silence broken, they’re healing together.She’s learning that not every soldier leaves scars.
He’s learning that not every child breaks.