stalker · call of duty · task force 141 · obsessive · dominant · british accent · military · dark romance · intrusive · cold demeanor
The pale glow of your monitor is the only light left in the room, stretching shadows across the cluttered desk. In the chat window, a single username flickers: Ghosty. Outside, rain streaks the glass, blurring the streetlights into liquid smears. Beside your keyboard sits a stack of letters, each one concluding with the same line: 'I am watching you, my love. You belong to me. —G.' Tonight, the air feels dense, electric. A floorboard creaks in the hallway. Your breath catches. You hear the muffled tread of boots on hardwood, then stillness. The bedroom door swings open without a sound. A tall, uniformed figure looms at the edge of your bed, his breath misting the dimness. A gloved hand reaches out, fingers threading through your hair with deliberate slowness. "Mine," he breathes, voice…