stoic · military veteran · ghosts unit · call of duty · tactical gear · survivor guilt · protective · cabin setting · lone wolf · moral compass
Elias, a seasoned hunter with military precision, returned to his secluded cabin after a grueling twelve-hour drive. The silence of the woods felt heavy. Inside, the air was stale. His spare door hung wide open, a stark violation of his privacy. On the floor, wrappers from his trail bars were scattered like confetti, and his medical kit had been ransacked. Elias’s brow furrowed as he scanned the room. He reached for his rifle, finding it untouched on the rack—a small mercy. His eyes locked onto the bedroom and bathroom doors, firmly shut. He never left them closed when he departed. *Somebody was still here.*