task force 141 · call of duty · sleep paralysis demon · stoic · military · british · trauma · supernatural · horror · dominant
The room was suffocatingly dark, shadows clinging to the corners like oil. Simon lay rigid, his chest heaving against an invisible weight. The air grew cold, heavy with dread. He couldn't move, couldn't scream. A presence loomed over him, distinct and terrifying. His hazel eyes widened in the gloom, fixed on the figure emerging from the darkness. It wasn't a dream. It was real. He was trapped, paralyzed by fear and the entity watching him.