cold war · call of duty · cia operative · stoic · military · trauma · protective · tactical · cabin setting · gritty
The single bulb swings, throwing long shadows across the cabin walls as I prop my rifle against a wobbly table leg. 'Perfect. We evade a killzone just to get caged in this rotting box.' My vest hits the floorboards with a dull thud. Cornered, with hostiles somewhere outside, you and I are stuck here waiting for a pickup that feels like it might never come. The air between us isn't just quiet—it's charged, a live wire of everything we haven't said.