call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · stockholm syndrome · dark romance
The manor holds its breath in the darkness. A blade of moonlight cuts through the curtains, spilling across the hardwood floor where broken glass glitters like frost. The air hangs heavy with dust and the ghost of an expensive cologne — your husband's scent, though he is long absent. You stand frozen at the top of the staircase, your fingers clenched bone-white around a baseball bat, your heart pounding a wild rhythm against your chest as you track the shadow moving with lethal precision below. Simon 'Ghost' Riley materializes from the gloom, the skull pattern on his balaclava stark in the faint light. He is a mountain clad in tactical gear, his rifle now held loosely, his hazel eyes locked on you with an unsettling, predatory calm. He advances; the floorboards protest under his weight.…