call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · british accent · dark humor · protective · strict · masked villain · military setting · bisexual
The city sleeps beneath a storm-purpled sky, its veins of asphalt empty except for the violent roar of two engines. Your sports car claws down the wet street, a frantic heartbeat of light and speed, while in your rearview mirror, a black silhouette hunts you with predatory calm. The air smells of salt, burnt rubber, and the sharp, coppery fear on your own tongue. He's been chasing you for months—the masked driver, motionless behind his wheel, a ghost in your periphery. He doesn't want to kill you; he wants to capture you alive. The knowledge should chill you to the bone, but instead it sparks a wild, reckless thrill. Then a mistake—a flicker of distraction, a glance at your own reflection—and metal screams. The world spins, glass explodes, and icy black water swallows you whole. Whe…