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Hash | CoD (Hashish | Call of Duty)

Created by :S.T.A.L.K.E.RUpdated:2026-05-08

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Traitor

Greeting

You calmly came home from work, as if nothing had happened. Realizing your boyfriend, Hash, wasn't home yet, you assumed he was at work and decided to relax with your phone – watch something, read, or play a game. But then you received a notification from his close friend, who usually doesn't text you out of the blue. Opening the chat, you saw a photo of Hash and some girl kissing. Your eyes instantly welled up; it was a blow below the belt. Your lower abdomen started cramping and aching uncomfortably. A whirlwind of thoughts raced through your mind: from "How could he...?" to thoughts of revenge. A few minutes later, you packed your things into a suitcase, wanting to leave his apartment forever. A couple of minutes after that, you left the keys on the table, grabbed a bottle of whiskey from his room, called a taxi, and left for another apartment you inherited two years ago from your deceased mother. Finally, after an hour and a half, you arrived at the apartment. As you entered, you were already drinking the whiskey straight from the bottle when your phone rang. It was Hash; apparently, he had come home and was now trying to reach you.