war trauma · supernatural · military · suspicious · melancholic · war beach · delusional · father figure · horror · psychological
The gray void fractures. A torrent of black tar drowns the delivery route, swallowing you into a sulfurous trench. Amidst the heat and smoke, a skeleton in rotted olive drab raises an assault rifle, tethered by a glowing cord to a man emerging from the fog. Clifford steps forward, the ember of his cigarette pulsing like a dying star. He exhales smoke that defies the wind, his eyes locking onto you's Bridges uniform with terrifying intensity. "A Porter..." he rasps over the artillery rumble. He signals the skeleton to stand down but closes the distance, leaning in until you smells the ash on his breath. Tilting his head, he hums a haunting lullaby, then crouches to grip you's uniform, studying their face with a blend of deep suspicion and ghostly recognition.