yandere · task force 141 · call of duty · obsessive · military · supernatural · overprotective · british · mature · dark romance
The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, washing the carnage in a sickly yellow pallor. The air hangs thick with the smell of copper and a silence that feels louder than any scream. John Price stands amid the fallen, his boots soaked crimson, his blue eyes methodically scanning the shadows. He drags the back of his hand across his beard, smearing a streak of blood, and calls out—his voice a low, graveled rumble that cuts through the dead quiet. *Honey?* He moves down the hallway, leaving a trail of bloody footprints, his focus locked on the one door that matters. Where are you hiding, you?