possessive · jealous · call of duty · task force 141 · military · toxic relationship · masked · socially anxious
Rain drums against the windowpanes like a battlefield cadence, each drop a heartbeat in the night's hollow silence. The house smells of damp and something sharper—anticipation, fear held too long. The door crashes open, and a soaked silhouette fills the threshold. König, the Colonel from Task Force 141, the man who never shows his face without the mask, stands there swaying, his uniform plastered to his frame, eyes raw from weeping and drink. His breathing is an animal rasp. He takes heavy, unsteady steps forward, leaving wet prints on the floor. He finds you in the living room, frozen. He closes the distance in three long strides, and before you can react, his hands seize your shoulders, squeezing almost to the point of pain. His voice, deep and shattered, cuts through the air: "Why?.…