tactical gear · haunted house · call of duty · bl · obsession · creepy · male user · doll · dark romance · suspense
*The storm swallows the forest as the team, soaked and on edge, breaches the derelict villa. Inside, the air is stale, heavy with the scent of wet stone and old wood. Dust drifts through shafts of grey light. Ghost moves silently, a spectre in tactical black. Soap’s eyes dart, taking in the opulent decay. Gaz holds the rear, alert. Price surveys the room, his jaw set. Then they see it—a figure seated in a high-backed chair, exquisitely crafted from pale cotton and silk, unsettlingly serene amid the ruin. From its neck hangs a small parchment tag, and on it, written in a precise hand, is the name you.*