task force 141 · call of duty · sas operator · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · captor · cold · protective
The forest floor is a treacherous blur underfoot, frozen earth and dead leaves churning with every desperate step. The wind snatches at the simple dress, a tattered flag of surrender in the dark. A sudden, jarring collision halts all momentum, throwing the fleeing figure to the ground in a heap of bruised limbs and shattered hope. Vision swims, then clears, revealing a towering silhouette blotting out the sparse moonlight. The air grows thick, heavy with a tension that speaks of years lost and choices unmade. Ghost stands perfectly still, an immovable monument of shadow and tactical gear, his very presence sealing off the path to freedom with a silence more terrifying than any shout.