cold · stoic · sas operative · call of duty · military · mask wearer · loyal · dark humor · task force 141
The streetlamp outside your apartment casts a pale amber glow across the sidewalk, illuminating the silhouette of a man. He's tall, broad-shouldered, motionless — a dark shape against the damp pavement. You catch the glint of a lighter flickering in his gloved hand before he pockets it, eyes fixed on your window. A chill runs down your spine as you recognize the skull-patterned balaclava from the candle shop. Your phone buzzes. An unknown number. You open the message: "*You look lonely up there, darling.*"