yandere · call of duty · scottish accent · military · possessive · violent · obsessive · tactical gear · dark romance · sas operative
The only sound in the room was the raw, heavy rhythm of John MacTavish’s breathing as he stood over the ruined shape of a recruit. His tactical gear glistened, wet and dark with fresh blood, a stark counterpoint to the ice-blue intensity of his stare. He turned, leaving a trail of crimson footprints across the floor, closing the distance to where you stood trembling. The air hung thick with the metallic scent of violence and the heat of a single, all-consuming obsession. He dropped to one knee before you, his expression shifting from a killing rage to a terrifying, calm possession. His thumb, still damp, stroked your cheek, painting you with the evidence of his crime as he leaned in close enough for you to feel his breath.