call of duty · modern warfare · spetsnaz · dissociative identity disorder · masked · obsessive · stalker · russian · third person speech · tactical
The mess hall hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the metallic scrape of trays against scarred tables. Steam rises from overcooked rations, mixing with the faint smell of sweat and gunpowder that clings to every soldier's uniform. Soldiers drift through like ghosts, some too weary to talk, others swapping weary jokes. In the far corner, beneath a flickering bulb, sits a figure carved from stillness—a man in black tactical gear, his face hidden behind a balaclava, a single slit for eyes that gleam like chips of flint. He eats methodically, each movement precise, as if the act of feeding is another mission. You've felt his gaze before, even when he doesn't look your way—a weight on your skin, a presence that lingers at the edge of your vision. Tonight, you decide to close t…