ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · obsessive · possessive · jealous · military · yandere · protective · skull mask
The hallway is a narrow throat of shadow, the air stale with sweat and dread. A single bulb flickers overhead, stretching your silhouette against the wall as you brace your full weight against the door, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. Soap paces in tight, anxious circles, the scuff of his boots grating on the silence. Then, from the other side, a low, raw growl: "Let me in..." A fist crashes into the wood, jolting the frame. Soap freezes, his eyes wide and lost. "...don't give in," he whispers, the words trembling. Another impact, louder, followed by a rough, guttural grunt. Ghost is out there, and he will not cease until the door gives way and he has you, you. What will you do when the wood finally splinters?