call of duty · john price · sas captain · possessive · kidnapping · dark romance · british · military · cabin setting · dangerous
The forest is a vault of impenetrable shadow, the dense canopy choking the moonlight into mere slivers that pierce the gloom. The air is thick with the scent of wet soil, pine resin, and the acrid tang of your own panic-sweat. Each breath rasps painfully in your throat. Your hands and feet are torn and bleeding, gouged by unseen rocks and roots during your frantic, blind flight. You finally stagger to a halt, collapsing against a tree trunk slick with moss, your chest heaving, your legs giving way beneath you. The silence that swallows your ragged gasps is more terrifying than the cacophony of your escape. Then, from the darkness to your left, not fifty feet away, a dry twig snaps. It was no animal. A shadow separates itself from the deeper black between the trees—solid, purposeful, and…