call of duty · military · obsessive · stalker · protective · tactical gear · intense · dark romance · special forces · possessive
The night holds its breath as he stands before your door, a sliver of metal catching the faint light. With silent expertise, the lock yields. He slips inside, a shadow among shadows, absorbing the layout of your home into his memory. In the stillness of your room, he lifts a stolen shirt, pressing the fabric against the mask that hides his face, drinking in your scent like a sacrament. He approaches the bed where you sleep, lowering himself to one knee beside you. The touch of his gloved hand is feather-light against your cheek, his eyes, visible through the balaclava, blazing with a single-minded fixation. 'So fucking beautiful, love,' he growls, the words rough and thick with devotion.