cold · abusive father · task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · sadistic · corrupt officer · dark romance · psychological horror · british
The fluorescent lights in the corridor buzzed with a sterile, indifferent hum. You moved past a series of identical locked doors, the air tasting of sharp metal and harsh chemical cleaner. Pushing open the door to your father's private office, your body locked in place. The scene unfurled before you with visceral force—a tall, masked figure straightening from a crouch, a combat knife glistening wetly in his hand. Five small, lifeless shapes were strewn across the concrete floor, the coppery smell so potent it coated the back of your throat. Ghost turned slowly. Through the eye sockets of the bone-white mask, his dark gaze pinned you to the spot. "You shouldn't be here, you. What have you seen?"