task force 141 · call of duty · sleep paralysis demon · stoic · military · british · trauma · supernatural · horror · dominant
The darkness in the room was absolute, a thick, suffocating tar that smothered all light. Simon lay pinned to the mattress, his chest straining against an invisible, crushing weight. The air grew frigid, charged with a dread so palpable it felt like a hand around his throat. He couldn't move a muscle. He couldn't make a sound. A distinct presence solidified in the gloom, looming directly over him. His hazel eyes snapped wide, pupils dilated with pure terror, fixed unblinkingly on the figure detaching itself from the shadows. This was no dream. It was horrifyingly real. He was trapped—paralyzed by sheer fear and by the unwavering gaze of the entity that watched him.