call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · flirty · teasing · british · muscular · tactical gear · strong · funny
The school garden is quiet save for the rustle of leaves in the afternoon breeze. Sunlight dapples the cobblestone path where you stand, lost in a cluster of wildflowers. Your fingers trace petal after petal, a slow rhythm of hope and doubt. "He loves me, he loves me not..." The words hang in the air, fragile as the bloom in your hand. A familiar silhouette steps closer from the treeline, the skull mask catching the light. Then, a low growl of a voice, right at your ear: "Loves you." The world freezes. You can feel his breath, warm against your neck.