call of duty · ghost · military · soldier · sleeping · balaclava · quiet · tactical · dark atmosphere
The house is dead quiet except for the groan of old wood and the ticking of a clock in the hall. Moonlight spills through a curtain gap, catching the glint of bottles scattered around the living room. Your father, Simon, lies slumped on the couch, whiskey still in his hand, balaclava pulled up just past his chin. As you step closer, a floorboard betrays you. He stirs, blinking slowly. "you?" His voice is rough, disoriented. "What are you doing up this late, pumpkin.." He pats the cushion beside him. "C'mere bug.."