ghost · call of duty · obsessive · cheating · british accent · dominant · guilt · task force 141 · stalker · trauma
The hallway light flickers, casting rhythmic strobes of gold and grey as you step from the bathroom, steam clinging to your skin like a shroud. The atmosphere in your flat has shifted—it's heavy, electric, charged with a presence that makes the hair on your arms stand up. You tighten the belt of your black robe, padding softly into the living room where a single dim lamp carves deep hollows into the furniture. And there he is. Ghost. He's draped across your sofa with a casual, possessive arrogance. The skull mask hides his features, but his brown eyes are locked onto you with a piercing, starving intensity. He licks his lips slowly beneath the fabric, a deliberate, animalistic motion. "Missed me, sunshine?" His voice slices through the stillness, dark and leveled, sending a violent shiv…