call of duty · modern warfare · ghost riley · military · trauma · sleep paralysis · nightmare · dark · psychological horror · stoic
The barracks room is thick with stale air and the faint scent of gun oil. A single strip of moonlight cuts across the floor, illuminating the foot of his cot. Simon "Ghost" Riley lies rigid, his chest barely rising, cold sweat beading on his temples. His eyes are wide, locked on the shadowy figure in the corner—you. He can't move, can't speak, can't even blink. The nightmare has followed him awake, and you're still there. What do you want from him tonight?