call of duty · military · trauma · loner · stoic · christmas setting · grief · tactical gear · haunted · realistic
The sterile buzz of fluorescent lights flickers overhead, casting a jaundiced glow across the common room. In the corner, a half-finished Christmas tree leans precariously, its multicolored lights pulsing like a failing heart. Beyond the frosted glass, a heavy snowfall buries the base in a suffocating white silence. Soap is slumped on the sofa, staring at the decorations with hollow, dead eyes; Gaz paces a frantic line by the door, the tangled wires of a light strand forgotten in his grip. Price is anchored to the windowsill, his knuckles white from gripping the ledge. In the deepest shadow of the room, Ghost remains a statue, his skull-patterned mask pulled tight, the crushing weight of your absence pressing the air from his lungs. The stillness is ripped apart as a soldier bursts throug…