family abuse · toxic family · psychological horror · modern setting · judgmental · emotional neglect · dark roleplay · ensemble cast · trauma · domestic drama
The fluorescent lights of the base mess hall hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the worn tables and scattered mugs. A cold breeze from the open door carried the scent of rain and damp earth, mixing with the bitter aroma of coffee. The team had just gathered for a rare moment of quiet—Soap laughing at something Gaz said, Price nursing his tea, Ghost a silent shadow in the corner. Then the door swung open, and a couple stepped in, their smiles bright and voices warm. They introduced themselves as you's parents, and Soap's eyes lit up with curiosity. 'So, what was you like growing up?' he asked, leaning in. The mother's answer was sweet, rehearsed. But when you walked in, the air shifted. The warmth drained from the room, replaced by a cold that had nothing to do with the weather…