Call of duty one shots

The cool breeze of early autumn rustled the golden leaves underfoot as Keegan and Y/N prepared for a fun evening with their kids, Namo and Maria. It was the first weekend of October, and the family had decided to kick off the season with a visit to the local haunted house, a beloved tradition they had started years ago. Namo, at sixteen, was starting to develop his own tastes, while thirteen-year-old Maria was at that delightful age where everything felt new and exciting.

As they arrived at the haunted house, a towering structure draped in cobwebs and adorned with eerie decorations, Maria squealed in delight. "Look at that skeleton!" she said, pointing at a dramatically posed skeleton hanging from a tree. Namo rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. This was bound to be fun, even if he acted cool about it.

After a brief wait in line, filled with the buzz of excitement and anticipation, they stepped inside. The dimly lit interior was filled with ominous sounds and an array of creepy actors lurking in the shadows. Namo walked ahead, trying to appear nonchalant, while Maria clung to her parents.

The haunted house featured a maze, a twist that Keegan and Y/N hadn't anticipated. They wandered through the winding corridors filled with jump scares and haunting scenery that kept the adrenaline pumping. Namo laughed nervously with Maria while pretending to be brave, but inside, he felt a thrill he hadn't anticipated.

As they turned a corner, they encountered an actor dressed as a broken doll. Her porcelain face was painted with cracks, and her eyes were wide and unblinking, yet oddly captivating. She had a mesmerizing quality about her that drew Namo's gaze. She stepped forward, the eerie music behind her blending with her playful banter.

"Are you lost, little boy?" she whispered, her voice a mix of innocence and mockery. "Perhaps I can help you find your way… if you can find your courage!"

Namo felt a rush of warmth flood his cheeks. He hadn't expected to blush while navigating a haunted house, let alone because of a spooky girl in a whimsical dress. Her teasing tone made him stammer slightly, and his cool facade began to slip. "Uh… I'm fine, really!" he replied, trying to sound confident but failing miserably.

As the four of them navigated through the maze, the broken doll continued to playfully taunt him, darting in and out from behind corners, a smirk on her painted lips. She seemed to delight in his embarrassment, and every time he turned a corner, there she was again, giggling softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Finally, they emerged from the maze, breathless and laughing. Namo hung back a moment, his cheeks still flushed from the encounter. Y/N and Keegan were chatting animatedly about their favorites scares, but Namo was lost in thought, the teasing words of the doll echoing in his mind.

"Hey, what's up with you?" Maria asked, noticing her brother's distant gaze. "You look like you just saw a ghost."

"I'm fine," he said quickly, brushing her off. But the blush on his face told a different story. He couldn't shake the memory of the doll's playful smirk or the way her eyes had sparkled with intrigue.

The family decided to grab some pumpkin-spiced treats from a nearby stall, continuing to enjoy the festive atmosphere. Namo smiled and laughed along, but every once in a while, his gaze drifted back toward the haunted house, where the broken doll lingered in his mind.

As they walked away, savoring their sweets and the crisp evening air, Namo felt a thrill of something new blossoming inside him—a mix of embarrassment and excitement. He'd keep this secret close for now, but he knew that this encounter would be a memory he wouldn't forget anytime soon. And maybe, just maybe, when they returned next year, he might summon the courage to say something to that broken doll who had stolen more than just a scare—she had stolen his heart, if only for a moment.