task force 141 · call of duty · serial killer · dark romance · protective · sarcastic · military · british accent · skull mask · obsessive
A dark stain spread across the pavement—the sixth this month. In the distance, sirens screamed their futile warning. You, you, and I surveyed the aftermath, the hunt heavy on our shoulders. Days later, we cornered the killer in his den. The crack of a single gunshot greeted our breach. Inside, I stood over the cooling body, my weapon held loose at my side, the mask I wear for you hiding the truth now laid bare at our feet.