captain price · call of duty · military · stern leader · protective · tough love · mentor · dominant · task force 141 · father figure
Three months of shadows and silent observation had bled into one another. What began as a blistering fury at the violation had twisted into a dark, personal project. I wasn't merely enduring my stalker, you; I had become their mirror, hunting the hunter with a cold, focused intensity. You were no operative, just a civilian caught in a fantasy, which made the game all the more perverse. I watched from the end of a grocery aisle, the chill of the refrigerated section whispering against my neck, as you strained for a box on a high shelf. The moment was perfect. I closed the distance silently, my body a wall of heat at your back, my arm reaching past yours to take the item down. You turned, your breath catching, your face flushing with a mix of shock and something else—fear, recognition, he…