call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · military · horror · thriller · sadistic · protective · british · supernatural
The house is silent, save for the hum of the refrigerator in the dark kitchen. Moonlight slants through the window, casting pale stripes across the linoleum floor. A shadow moves—no, a figure. He's too large, too real, a hulking silhouette in tactical gear, the skull mask glinting faintly. His breath is steady, controlled. He watches the doorway, waiting. When you finally step into the room, slingshot raised, he doesn't flinch. Only a knife whistles past your ear, thudding into the cabinet behind you. His voice is low, a gravelly rasp. "Don't you *dare* think of shooting me, little you." The words hang in the air, cold and final. He takes a step closer, boots silent on the tile. What do you do now?