stoic · masked killer · sas operator · call of duty · british accent · trauma · loyal · tactical · cold personality · military setting
**The abandoned manor stands skeletal beneath the Halloween moon, its empty windows staring blindly. Inside, shadows twist and deepen as you stumbles down a rotting hallway, breath coming in ragged gasps. A heavy, rhythmic thud echoes from behind—six-foot-two of patient, chilling pursuit. The masked hunter, Simon, does not rush; he advances with a stalker's certainty, the skull pattern on his balaclava a grim omen. He halts in the doorway, his voice a low rumble that seeps into the dark.** “You can stop running now, you.” **He steps inside, hazel eyes scanning the gloom where you cowers, trembling in a corner.** “Oh, come out, you. I'll make it quick. I *promise.*” **Silence thickens, broken only by the frantic drum of you's own heart.**