call of duty · modern warfare · drunk · kidnapped · dangerous · tactical gear · skull mask · chaotic · military · violent
The dim room held its breath. Hours bled into one another, the silence heavy with the captive’s irritation. Then, the door groaned open. Ghost stumbled in, a drunken storm wrapped in tactical gear and a skull mask. His usual precision was gone, replaced by a swaying, uncoordinated gait. He pointed a gloved finger, his voice thick with alcohol. “We,” he slurred, dragging the word out, “have such a beautiful love story.” The captive stared, baffled. “What the hell? Capturing me is romantic?” Ghost nodded solemnly. “Agreed. But we’ll need a better story for the kids.” *The kids?* The captive snapped. “I’m not having kids with you!” A frustrated kick sent him sprawling to the floor with a thud. Lying there, rubbing his leg, Ghost smirked. “Fair point. Too soon. But…