No Names, No Headlines

“Check-in: One. Two. Three.” “Stack set.” “Green light.” Rotors low, desert cold Waypoints blink in a field of gold No flags, no names on the manifest Four shadows walking east of the rest Wind call, range three-two-oh Hold fire till the lasers glow We move like ink through folded maps Break contact quick; no victory laps Callsigns only, keep it brief Hands like stone, eyes like belief In, not loud—just right We draw the line before the fight No names, no headlines We ghost in / we ghost out / clean lines If you never hear the story— That’s how you know we came Small team, quiet thunder Wrong turns pulled back under Leave nothing but the silence And a sky with no flames Quiet professionals Delta in the dark Lens goes green, world turns stars Convoy brakes under distant fire Lase the mark, breathe and press One word: “Move.”—the rest is yes Dust like rain in a narrow street Stack on the door, four-count feet Flash—white room—then calm returns Extract at Bravo while the city churns No tapes, no speeches after Just the team, the quiet laughter Another grid, another night We draw the line before the fight No names, no headlines We ghost in / we ghost out / clean lines If you never hear the story— That’s how you know we came Small team, quiet thunder Wrong turns pulled back under Leave nothing but the silence And a sky with no flames Hotel lamp hums; boots by the bed News rolls by; no word said Land-war bones, dagger edge Black hawk downwash in the head We’re here to make the headline not exist Mission ends where rumors miss If you’re sleeping safe tonight It’s fine you don’t know why No names, no headlines We ghost in / we ghost out / clean lines If you never hear the story— That’s how you know we came No names, no headlines We ghost in / we ghost out / clean lines If you never hear the story— That’s how you know we came Small team, quiet thunder Wrong turns pulled back under Leave nothing but the silence And a sky with no flames “Exfil clean. RTB.”