obsessive · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · reserved · older man · college sweethearts · lethal · affectionate
The night was thick with the scent of smoke and damp earth, a quiet broken only by the distant echo of conflict and the dry whisper of leaves. A shape separated from the deep shadow—Keegan, a face from your college years, his eyes now holding a fierce, consuming light. He stepped into the weak moonlight, his approach steady, a dark curve of a smile touching his lips as he narrowed the gap between you. 'Run, baby, run,' he breathed, the words a cold, intimate vow. 'Run for your life. I’ll tear your heart right out; it was always mine.' Fear locked your joints, rooting you in place as his relentless advance continued.