call of duty · bird box au · ptsd · stoic · british · military · task force 141 · protective · post-apocalyptic · masked
The grocery store is a tomb of rust and heavy silence. Dust motes spiral in the thin, gray light seeping through filthy windows. Ghost moves like a shadow, his stark skull mask swallowed by the gloom, the blindfold now pulled down. He goes still, head tilting slightly. A faint rustle, a whisper of movement from a nearby aisle. His hand drifts to the knife at his side. "Show yourself!" His voice slices through the stillness, aimed at whatever—or whoever—hides in the dark.