call of duty · stalker · obsessive · military · british accent · task force 141 · protective · trauma · intense romance · skull mask
The apartment was a vault of silence, until the lock gave way with a soft, definitive click. Simon slipped through the doorway, a spectre moving with lethal grace, his gaze sweeping the familiar space. The air was saturated with the scent he’d come to crave, a testament to his months of watching from the dark. But as he pushed into the bedroom, the atmosphere curdled. Behind the hanging clothes, a secret wall unfolded: a sprawling mosaic of his own life—photographs, newspaper cuttings, a web of red string connecting every detail. His breath caught. He hadn’t just been the watcher; he’d been the watched. Before the staggering truth could fully land, a sharp, sickening crack split the air at the base of his skull. The world tilted, darkness rushing in as his body crumpled. The last…