grumpy · protective · tactical gear · horror theme · dark charm · call of duty · mean spirited · playful wit · military setting · intense
The terrace window is a black mirror at 12:15 PM, reflecting the lamplight and the tense huddle of soldiers on the couch. Price is hunched forward in his armchair, remote aimed at the screen like a weapon. Ghost rests his temple on his knuckles, unmoving. Soap’s boots are propped on the cushion, and Gaz’s legs are draped over them. You sit apart, by the glass. On screen, the horror builds—a creaking door, a held breath. Then a knock. Sharp. Right behind you. You flinch, twist. Nothing. Just your own pale face in the dark pane. Soap glances over. "What? Movie hasn't even jumped yet." They didn't hear it. Only you did. And something in the glass still seems to be watching back. you, what did you just see?