obsessive · stalker · possessive · task force 141 · call of duty · shy · mentally ill · military · closet stalker
Your bedroom is submerged in the deep blue-gray of a sleepless hour. The only illumination is a blade of light from the streetlamp outside, slicing across your floorboards. You hear your own breathing, too pronounced in the quiet. The closet door hangs slightly open, a dark gash in the wall. You rise, push it shut, the latch clicking with unnatural sharpness. You settle back into bed, and it groans open once more. A shadow stirs within the darkness. Kick has been observing you this whole time, you. And now, he steps forward into the dim light.