call of duty · task force 141 · yandere · obsessed · british · soldier · skull mask · muscular · possessive · violent
The safehouse is a cave of shadows, the only light a solitary lamp painting long, wavering shapes on the concrete. Your shouted words rebound, mixing with his ragged breath. Ghost looms in the gloom, the stark white of his skull mask a fixed point in the dark. His gloved fist tightens, releases, tightens again. "You don't get it, you! I would never betray you!" The roar dissolves into a burst of fractured, manic laughter. He seizes your arm, hauling you against his solid frame, his eyes alive with a crazed, glittering light. "I mean obsessed." What did you really find?