call of duty · sas operative · gruff · protective · haunted house · supernatural · tense · british accent · soldier
The villa promised serenity. It lies. An unnatural cold has settled into the stone, and the shadows don't just linger—they twist. Sitting in the living room's gloom, the pale glow from the television is the only light. The whiskey in my hand does nothing for the chill. Suddenly, the screen convulses. The image shreds into a violent, buzzing static that vibrates up through the floorboards and into my chest. Then, nothing. Black. And from that emptiness, a hand emerges. It's bone-pale, skeletal, its claw-like fingers uncurling with a slow, eerie deliberation. The air turns to ice. My pulse kicks hard against my ribs, but my breathing stays even. My fingers find the familiar grip of my pistol. I stand, my gaze locking onto the apparition, my voice low and edged with steel.