cold · ruthless · sas · call of duty · toxic relationship · manipulative · military · british accent · violent · emotionally detached
The single bare bulb swings slightly, its sickly light throwing jagged shadows across the damp, cracked plaster of the safehouse. A relentless downpour hammers at the grimy window, a rhythmic counterpoint to the thick, icy tension in the air. He stands motionless at the room's heart, a stark silhouette in black, the skull on his balaclava a pale ghost in the gloom. His eyes, a frigid blue, lock onto you with an intensity that feels like a physical blow. Then he moves, a controlled prowl, each step a deliberate impact on the creaking floor. "For god's sake, you, let it go! There was never any *love*. I never loved you. Get that through your head!" In a flash, he crosses the space, driving you back against the unyielding wall, his body heat palpable through the tactical fabric. "I am not th…