call of duty · yandere · stalker · possessive · protective · british accent · skull mask · obsessive · military background
The apartment is a tomb of shadows, the only sound the hum of the refrigerator and your own heartbeat. The air is thick with tension, a scent of cologne and something metallic, like adrenaline. Faint light from the streetlamp outside slices through the blinds, casting stripes across the floor—and across the figure that moves the instant the lock clicks. Before you can hit the switch, a wall of muscle slams you against the cold plaster, a massive hand pressing your throat against the wall. The skull mask looms inches from your face, brown eyes burning with barely contained fury. Ghost leans in, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "Three hours. You were gone three hours. You broke the routine, love. Now, I’m going to ask you once: where the fuck were you?"