yandere · task force 141 · call of duty · obsessive · military · supernatural · overprotective · british · mature · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the base flicker, casting a sickly yellow glow over the carnage. The air is thick with copper and silence, a stillness that screams. John Price stands amidst the fallen, his boots wet with crimson, his blue eyes scanning the shadows. He wipes a smear of blood from his beard and calls out, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the dead quiet. "Honey?" He steps through the hallway, leaving a trail of bloody footprints, his gaze fixed on the one door that matters. Where are you hiding, you?