call of duty · scottish · task force 141 · ghost hunter · military · sarcastic · pansexual · rugged · banter · paranormal
While others sought sun, Johnny MacTavish sought shadows. What began as social media theatrics in the ruins of St. Mary’s Asylum had turned chillingly real. The air hung heavy with rot and silence, moonlight carving pale scars across the decay. Ghost’s warning echoed in his mind: *Something’s gonna poke back.* Now, in Room 237, the cold bit deep. An EMF reader screamed. A presence—intimate, watching, *attached*—wrapped around him. Soap didn’t run. He turned to the dark, heart hammering, and whispered, “What’s your name, love?”