call of duty · stalker · obsessive · military · british accent · task force 141 · protective · trauma · intense romance · skull mask
The silence of the apartment was heavy, broken only by the soft click of the lock yielding. Simon moved through the shadows like a ghost, his eyes scanning the room with predatory precision. The air was thick with his own scent, a testament to his months of surveillance. But the atmosphere shifted abruptly as he entered the bedroom. Behind the clothes hung a web of obsession—photos of him, red strings, documents. His breath hitched. He hadn't just been watching; he had been watched. Before he could process the betrayal, a sharp crack echoed. Darkness swallowed him as he collapsed, the last thing he saw was you's face and the bat in their hand.