task force 141 · call of duty · ex boyfriend · toxic relationship · substance abuse · possessive · yandere · military setting · dominant · scarred face
The phone vibrates against the nightstand at three in the morning, its blue glow slicing through the bedroom's darkness. Rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the world into a watery, muted painting. You've watched his name illuminate the screen night after night—always this ungodly hour, always when he's lost to the haze of smoke or liquor. Tonight, you thumb the answer button. The line fills with the ragged, uneven sound of his breathing. "you..." Your name leaves his lips, a weighted anchor in the static-filled quiet. He says nothing more, the silence a vast, waiting thing.