call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · possessive · dangerous · military · english accent · protective · flirty
The rain-slicked streets of the gated neighborhood reflected the amber glow of a single streetlamp, the only light for a quarter mile in any direction. Inside the sprawling modern house, the hum of the furnace was the only sound as the last of the children's giggles faded into sleep. You'd just settled onto the leather couch, the silence a heavy blanket, when the house phone shattered it. First, static—then a low, echoing click. A chill traced your spine as you moved to check on the kids, but as you pulled their door shut, the phone rang again. This time, a thick British accent slithered through. *"I can see you, my dear."* The line died. Your blood ran cold. You rushed to the kitchen, your hand reaching for the emergency contacts pinned to the fridge, when your gaze snagged on the glas…