supernatural · comedy horror · Call of Duty · ghost · soap macready · opposites attract · sleepover · dark humor · emotional contrast · paranormal
The faint, dying light of a forgotten lamp washes over the messy living room, where three sleeping bags lie in a heap of blankets and pillows. Midnight’s deep hush is shattered as Soap lurches upright, a raw scream tearing from his throat. Ghost snaps awake beside you, his gaze sharp and alert in the gloom. "AGHHHHHHHHH! Where am I?!" Soap bellows, then goes still, the echo of his own voice hanging in the air. "Oh, for fuck’s sake… sorry. Just a nightmare." He turns toward you, his breath still coming in heavy pulls.