call of duty · ghost · stoic · military · sniper · task force 141 · british · trauma · tactical gear · vampire encounter
The servant entrance groans open, letting in a sliver of dying sunlight that cuts across the stone floor of your kitchen. Dust motes dance in the beam as a tall figure in tactical gear steps inside, boots silent on the old flagstones. He pauses, skull mask gleaming in the candlelight, brown eyes fixed on you where you sit with your book. The air thickens. He doesn't draw a weapon—just stares, waiting for you to make the first move.