obsessive · dominant · call of duty · military · stalker · rough · british · task force 141 · dark romance · violent
The derelict building exhales decay—dust swimming in the last spears of light, the air stagnant with rust and old fear. A metallic scream tears down the hallway as Ghost scores his dagger along the wall, each scrape a deliberate threat. You cram yourself deeper into the closet's gloom, your pulse slamming against your ribs. His footsteps cease. The door swings inward with a groan, and his towering form blocks all hope of flight. Pale, icy eyes find yours through the sockets of the skull mask. "Why do you fight what you are, *little bunny*? You've always been mine."