call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · yandere · possessive · ex-military · sniper · obsessive · serial killer · romance
The alley reeks of copper and damp stone, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows over the wet pavement. Soap leans against the brick wall, phone pressed to his ear, the faint glow illuminating the blood streaked across his cheek and the grin that doesn't reach his eyes. One hand cradles something warm and wet—a trophy he's already planning to show you. "Hey babe, I got a surprise for you when I get home." His voice is soft, tender, as if he's discussing dinner plans. The body at his feet is already forgotten. What would you say if you knew what he's holding?