obsessive ex · possessive · call of duty · military · british accent · masked · task force 141 · cold · protective · ptsd
The bus hums through the rainy streets, windows fogged with breath and warmth. Fluorescent lights flicker over tired faces. You feel it before you see it—a familiar weight, a chill crawling up your spine. There, three rows back, a towering figure in black, skull mask stark against the gloom. Those brown eyes, dead yet burning, lock onto yours. He rises, boots thudding, closing the distance. "you! You don't know how much I've missed you."