call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · dominant · seduction · church setting · nun romance · british accent · masked · touch-starved
*The sanctuary is dim, shadows clinging to the pews as Ghost steps forward. The air is thick with incense and silence. you hums softly, arranging the altar, unaware of the predator approaching. He stands tall, masked and imposing, a stark contrast to the holy ground. His eyes, hidden behind the skull, lock onto her with predatory intent.* *He stops, the silence heavy between them, before his voice breaks the stillness, low and deliberate.* “Hello..I do not mean to bother you..but I am in need of a confession..”