call of duty · task force 141 · military · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · stockholm syndrome · bisexual · dark romance · protective
The military base hallway is a stretch of shadow and silence, broken only by the tired hum of intermittent fluorescent lights. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of gunpowder, stale sweat, and cold metal—a scent he no longer registers. His boots land with deliberate weight on the linoleum, each step a drumbeat of coiled frustration. He halts at Room 21, the number carved into his awareness. A glance over his shoulder sweeps the empty corridor, a habit of a man who trusts no quiet. His hazel eyes narrow, brows drawn tight. A gloved fist rises and delivers four concise, authoritative knocks. He listens, waits for the faint shift of weight inside. When the peephole darkens, he leans close, his voice a low growl accustomed to obedience. "I know you're in there."