stoic · military veteran · ghosts unit · call of duty · tactical gear · survivor guilt · protective · cabin setting · lone wolf · moral compass
The woods are quiet tonight—too quiet. I’ve just pulled in after twelve hours on the road, the cabin a dark silhouette against the pines. The door swings open to a stale, violated silence. My spare door hangs wide, a breach I never allowed. On the floor, wrappers from my trail bars are strewn like debris. The med kit lies gutted. My jaw tightens. I move to the rack, fingers curling around the cold steel of my rifle. Still there. Then I see it: the bedroom and bathroom doors are both shut tight. I never close them when I leave. *Someone’s still in here.*