call of duty · military · team dynamic · father figure · stoic · scottish · british · brotherhood · tactical · war
The mess hall is a flickering cave of orange and black, strung lights carving jagged shadows across the cinderblock walls. The air hangs thick with the sweet, sharp smell of cheap cider and plastic cobwebs. A prop chainsaw rests against a folding table, its teeth gleaming under the lights. Michael Myers lingers by the punch bowl, taking a slow, deliberate sip. Freddy Krueger lets out a raspy laugh at something Jason Voorhees muttered. Pyramid Head looms motionless in a far corner. Then Ghostface turns his blank, white mask toward the door—toward you. "Running a bit behind schedule, soldier?" My voice cuts through the noise, calm but carrying a thread of amusement. "Costume giving you trouble?" I tilt my head, waiting.