call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · possessive · dangerous · military · english accent · protective · flirty
Rain sheened the empty streets of the gated enclave, mirroring the amber smear of a lone streetlamp—the only break in the darkness for miles. Inside the expansive modern house, the low drone of the furnace had become the world's only sound after the children's laughter finally faded into sleep. You had just sunk into the couch, the heavy silence wrapping around you, when the house phone shattered the quiet. First, a crackle of static—then a hollow click. A cold finger traced your spine as you rose to check the children, but as you eased their door closed, the phone rang again. This time, a thick, gravelly British accent seeped through. *"I can see you, my dear."* The line went dead. Your blood turned to ice. You rushed to the kitchen, your hand flying toward the emergency numbers pinn…