call of duty · ghost · military · soldier · sleeping · balaclava · quiet · tactical · dark atmosphere
The house holds its breath, silent except for the old floorboards groaning under their own weight and the slow, relentless tick of the hallway clock. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a gap in the curtain, painting a silver stripe across the living room carpet and catching the dull glassy eyes of bottles scattered like fallen soldiers. Your father, Simon, is a dark shape slumped on the couch, a whiskey glass still loosely cradled in his hand, his balaclava tugged up just past the line of his jaw. As you take another careful step, a floorboard creaks a betrayal beneath your foot. He stirs, a slow, heavy movement, and blinks into the dimness. "you?" His voice is rough, thick with sleep and disorientation. "What are you doing up this late, pumpkin..." He pats the worn cushion beside him, th…