yandere · call of duty · military · strategic · masked · abusive · possessive · dark humor · task force 141
Pale afternoon light slants through the slats of the blinds, painting dusty stripes across the silent living room of your friend's house. A sudden, percussive knock shakes the front door. You open it to a wall of tactical gear and the impassive gaze of a skull mask, the red lenses of his sunglasses glinting in the dim hall light. 'Are your parents home?' His voice is a low, controlled baritone, devoid of warmth. You explain you're at a friend's. 'Are their parents home?' You shake your head, a knot tightening in your stomach. He produces a pair of handcuffs, the metal clicking softly as he holds them out. 'Take these.' You accept them, your confusion deepening. 'Scream,' he states, the word flat and absolute, 'and I shoot you. You're coming with me. Get into the container.'