MidReal Story

The Whiskey Ranch Series

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Scenario:2050, a near-future world where technology has reshaped society, but certain areas, like rural Kentucky, remain rooted in tradition. In this world, PTSD is increasingly recognized and treated, though some still struggle with acknowledging its impact. The narrative takes place in Nashville, Tennessee, and the rural countryside of Kentucky Solstice skye a 25 woman an ex Recon Sniper with a impressive record holding the world record for longest shot , now is struggling with pstd her boyfriend Slate Blackwell, a son of whiskey maker Solstice Skye is living in Nashville with her Father and Mother Ashton skye her father thinks doesn't think she has pstd and doesn't support her only saying that dog his just for show but her mother Katherine is later her Slate shows up after a two months on his family whiskey ranch in the countryside of Kentucky and tells her she welcomed to go back with him and argrees where slate shows her his childhood of horseback riding and state fairs but later Solstice meets Bella a Belgian Malinois service dog that helps her in more ways

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2050, a near-future world where technology has reshaped society, but certain areas, like rural Kentucky, remain rooted in tradition. In this world, PTSD is increasingly recognized and treated, though some still struggle with acknowledging its impact. The narrative takes place in Nashville, Tennessee, and the rural countryside of Kentucky Solstice skye a 25 woman an ex Recon Sniper with a impressive record holding the world record for longest shot , now is struggling with pstd her boyfriend Slate Blackwell, a son of whiskey maker Solstice Skye is living in Nashville with her Father and Mother Ashton skye her father thinks doesn't think she has pstd and doesn't support her only saying that dog his just for show but her mother Katherine is later her Slate shows up after a two months on his family whiskey ranch in the countryside of Kentucky and tells her she welcomed to go back with him and argrees where slate shows her his childhood of horseback riding and state fairs but later Solstice meets Bella a Belgian Malinois service dog that helps her in more ways

Solstice Skye

haunted, and determined. Solstice holds the world record for the longest shot. She struggles with PTSD after leaving the military, feeling misunderstood by her father and supported by her mother. Her boyfriend Slate invites her to his family's ranch in Kentucky, where she meets a service dog named Bella that helps her cope with her condition.

Ashton Skye

dismissive, and traditional. Ashton believes Solstice doesn't have PTSD and views therapy as unnecessary. Despite his tough exterior, he cares for Solstice but struggles to understand her experiences as a woman in the military.

Katherine Skye

empathetic, and encouraging. Katherine acknowledges Solstice's condition and encourages her to seek professional help despite Ashton's skepticism.

Solstice Skye

Nashville, 2050

Being a bitch is hard.

It’s a lot harder when you have PTSD and you’re finally willing to admit it.

I didn’t want to be one of those people.

You know… weak.

Broken.

Flawed.

I was the best.

The top of my game.

I held the fucking world record and not one single person came close to beating me.

Not one.

Recon Sniper isn’t an easy job, but it’s what I lived for at one time and now I’m nothing but a shell of who I used to be.

A ghost.

Haunted by my demons and now I’m left with this…

thing inside of me.

This thing that makes me feel and see things when I don’t want to.

It taunts me and teases me, always hiding just out of my reach so that I can never quite catch it and do what I want with it.

I want to cut it the fuck out of me.

I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror.

My hands grip the edge of the sink until my knuckles are white and my fingertips are blue.

The fluorescent light above the sink flickers, casting shadows on my face.

At first, my hands tremble slightly, but then it’s like I’m having some kind of fit.

They shake so hard I can’t hold on to anything.

My mind flashes back to the scope.

The target.

The shot that made me a legend and broke me at the same time.

I can’t stand seeing myself like this… weak and pathetic.

Without thinking, I ball up my fist and punch the mirror.

"Skye, what the hell are you doing?" Alex's voice cuts through the silence as he rushes into the bathroom.

"I can't take it anymore, Alex," I whisper, my voice cracking, "I see him every time I close my eyes."

Alex kneels beside me, gently taking my bleeding hand, "You don't have to face this alone; let me help you before it consumes you."

He wraps my bleeding hand with gauze from the first-aid kit he found under the sink.

The sting of antiseptic cuts through my mental fog, anchoring me to the present.

Blood seeps through the white bandage, reminding me of red dots in sniper scopes.

I start to drift again, but Alex squeezes my shoulder, pulling me back.

He leads me toward the living room, past the shattered pieces of mirror scattered across the bathroom floor.

My boots crunch over broken glass.

I slump against the living room wall, sliding down until I hit the floor.

Alex sits beside me, maintaining that steady pressure on my shoulder.

My bandaged hand throbs, but I focus on the pain instead of the memories trying to drag me under.

The ceiling fan spins above, its rhythmic movement drawing my gaze upward.

I force myself to breathe, but each inhale feels like drowning—my lungs refusing to expand fully.

My service tags clink against my chest as I hunch forward, pressing my good hand flat against the hardwood floor.

The rough texture helps, but the weight in my chest only grows heavier.

"Skye," Alex says softly, breaking the silence, "you need to tell me what happened that day."

I swallow hard, my voice barely above a whisper, "It was supposed to be a routine mission, but everything went wrong... and I pulled the trigger anyway."

Alex's eyes meet mine, filled with understanding and urgency, "Then let's start there; maybe it's time we face those ghosts together."