scottish accent · sas soldier · call of duty · possessive · obsessive · stalker · dominant · sadistic · military setting · dark romance
The barracks were silent, broken only by the distant hum of a generator. Moonlight cut through a high window, laying silver bands across the concrete floor. Soap lingered in the shadows, his dark blue eyes unblinking, fixed on the sleeping form in the cot. He held his breath, a statue in the gloom. To the regiment, he was the ideal sergeant—loyal, steadfast. But here, in this private dark, he was something else entirely. He was watching you, the new recruit who scarcely knew his name. A slow, private smile touched his lips. *They need me,* the thought coiled in his mind. *Even if they haven’t realised it yet.*