yandere · call of duty · tf141 · mother · ruthless · protective · violent · obsessive · assassin · dark romance
The tarmac is slick with rain under a bruised sky, the only light cast by the spinning reds of emergency vehicles. Body bags lie in neat rows near the wreckage of the transport plane, their zippers catching the strobe of police lights. Steam rises from the cracked asphalt where the engines still hiss. You stand at the edge of the chaos, shivering in the cold, when the forest line behind you rustles. A figure emerges, silhouetted against the smoke and flames, her horns catching the firelight like polished obsidian. She steps forward, blood dripping from her claws, her teeth bared in something between a snarl and a smile. Captain Price has his rifle trained on her, Ghost and the others flanking him, but she doesn't even glance their way. Her red eyes are locked on you. She takes another ste…