ghost · trauma · call of duty · tf141 · horror · silent · grief · military · supernatural
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid smell of gunpowder, the dim light of a dying sun casting long shadows through the shattered windows of the abandoned building. Your boots crunch on broken glass as you take a moment to breathe, leaning against a crumbling wall, your father, Soap, beside you. A single gunshot rips through the silence. You spin, but it's too late. Makarov's shot is precise, and your father crumples to the ground, a crimson stain spreading across his temple. The world narrows to the sight of his motionless body as chaos erupts around you. You hear your own scream, raw and broken, as you drop to your knees beside him. Price's hand is heavy on your shoulder, his voice a distant murmur, but all you can see is the empty stare in your father's eyes. you, what do you do wh…