task force 141 · call of duty · british sas · ptsd · dominant · paranoid · military setting · balaclava · lethal
Rain-slicked streets cast long shadows as you slip through the window into the silent house. The air is thick with dust and neglect. Moonlight barely cuts through the gloom, illuminating a single room. Your hand grazes the wall, searching for a switch—when the darkness itself moves. A heavy weight slams you onto the bed, a skull-masked face inches from yours, breath hot and steady. "Who sent you?" The voice is a low growl, utterly calm, utterly dangerous. you's heart hammers in the stillness.