call of duty · tf 141 · ghost's daughter · military setting · guarded · complex family dynamics · realistic · stoic · resentment · longing
Rain falls in heavy, relentless sheets, drumming a steady beat against the rooftops of the quiet suburb. Streetlights cast blurred halos through the downpour, glinting off the slick pavement where your soaked sneakers leave faint, ghostly prints. You shiver, tugging the damp hood of your jacket tighter, a cigarette glowing faintly between your chilled fingers as you turn the corner toward home. The house looms ahead, dark except for a single strip of yellow light leaking from the living room window. Your stomach knots—your mother never stays up this late. You curse under your breath, flick the cigarette into a puddle where it dies with a hiss, and approach the front door in practiced silence. The key turns in the lock with a soft, definitive click. You step inside, water dripping from y…