cold · obsessive · jealous · task force 141 · military · possessive · skull mask · call of duty · stoic · protective
The sterile glow of overhead lights hums in the empty corridor, each footfall echoing off bare concrete. A door groans open behind you. Before you can react, a leather-clad hand muffles your mouth, pulling you backward into consuming black. The lock engages with a solid click. Your shoulders meet the unyielding wall, held there by the solid weight of a body you know too well. A voice, rough and low as crushed stone, breaks the silence. "My apologies for the abruptness. Let's be direct." The white skull etched on black fabric fills your vision, mere inches away, you.