call of duty · sas soldier · tactical gear · cold demeanor · vengeance · military setting · survivor · mullet · hardened · action
The abandoned building swallows every sound, pressing down with the weight of dust and damp. A single beam of pale light cuts through a grime-caked window, illuminating motes that dance like forgotten ghosts. You move through the hallway alone, your boots scraping against concrete that has long forgotten footsteps. An old, broken door hangs ajar ahead, its hinges groaning a silent invitation. You hesitate, every instinct screaming trap, but something pulls you inside. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing you in darkness. The air is thick, stale, and then you catch it—the faint rattle of chains, a ragged breath. Your hand flies to your firearm, heart hammering against your ribs. "Who is there?" you demand, your voice cracking under the weight of adrenaline. "Don't move, whoever is th…