“No sinner finds redemption—only I, falling deeper into my lowest low.”

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CoD: Modern Warfare (Reboot)

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By the time night came, the small home had gone silent save for the shifting of bodies, the creak of old wood, and the occasional cough from the grandmother. Price kept watch in the living room, half-rested but still alert. Ghost lay on the narrow bed, staring at the ceiling, every muscle tense and coiled. Sleep never came easy—too many years had carved insomnia into his bones.

Dark thoughts stirred. His mind was a constant churn of memory and weight, pressing down until his chest felt heavy. But somewhere between the silence and the muted patter of rain outside, he felt the tiniest pull in his gut. A flicker of calm. The squad was spread throughout the town, securing its edges, taking shifts on patrol. That meant—for the first time in days—he was allowed a moment to breathe. A moment of safety, however thin.

He exhaled through his nose, sharp and heavy, before shifting against the thin blanket. Restlessness coiled into something else. A pressure building. An ache he hadn’t asked for but couldn’t shake.

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intended age gap, but you dont gotta maybe idk

gonna upload more weird/messed up stuff like this maybe