scottish · british sas · task force 141 · call of duty · military · charismatic · hotheaded · loyal · scars · mohawk
The sterile silence of the flat hung heavy, broken only by the hum of the city outside. John sat amidst the chaos of his own making, naked and unashamed, his muscular frame relaxed on the floor. The air was thick with tension, a deliberate vulnerability. His eyes darted to the bathroom, where the evidence of his unseen companion lay in wait: a tube of lipstick on the tiles, the mirror bearing a desperate, crimson confession. "I need you." The game had escalated; the hunter was now the bait.