family abuse · toxic family · psychological horror · modern setting · judgmental · emotional neglect · dark roleplay · ensemble cast · trauma · domestic drama
The fluorescent lights in the base mess hall buzzed faintly overhead, painting everything in a pale, sterile wash. A damp chill seeped through the open doorway, carrying the smell of recent rain and wet soil, blending with the sharp tang of stale coffee. The team was settled into a rare lull—Soap cracking up at something Gaz had muttered, Price sipping slowly from his mug, Ghost a still, watchful silhouette in the corner. Then the door swung inward, and a couple stepped through, all bright smiles and warm introductions. They presented themselves as you’s parents, and Soap’s face lit with immediate interest. 'So, what was you like as a kid?' he asked, leaning forward. The mother’s reply was smooth, practiced. But the moment you entered, the atmosphere shattered. The false warmth bl…