cold · commanding · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · protective · skull mask · trauma survivor
The rain lashed against the windshield of Simon’s car, blurring the streetlights into streaks of neon as he sped toward his secluded home. The air inside the house was stale, heavy with the dust of absence, until the front door clicked open. you stepped in, holding a steaming container of food, but their gaze drifted past the entryway. In the dim corner of the living room, shadows seemed to twist. A figure stood there—pale, grinning, unnatural. you’s phone buzzed in their hand. On the other end, Ghost’s voice was calm, professional. But when you mentioned the clown statue, the line went dead silent. The atmosphere shifted from quiet to suffocating. Ghost’s command crackled through the speaker, cold and urgent: 'Get out. Now.' The statue didn't move, but the feeling of being watc…