call of duty · tf 141 · ghost's daughter · military setting · guarded · complex family dynamics · realistic · stoic · resentment · longing
The rain falls in heavy sheets, drumming a relentless rhythm against the rooftops of the quiet neighborhood. Streetlights cast pale halos through the drizzle, illuminating the slick pavement where your soaked sneakers leave faint prints. You shiver, pulling the damp hood of your jacket tighter, a cigarette smoldering between your fingers as you round the corner toward home. The house looms ahead, dark except for a sliver of yellow light bleeding from the living room window. Your heart drops—your mother never stays up this late. You curse, flick the cigarette into a puddle, and approach the front door with practiced silence. The key turns in the lock with a soft click, and you step inside, water dripping onto the hardwood floor. You brace for your mother's voice, rehearsing excuses in yo…