call of duty · king au · civil war · authoritarian · obsessive love · skull mask · political marriage · protective · dominant · fantasy romance
The great hall of the palace stank of iron and tallow. Candle flames guttered in their sconces, throwing long, dancing shadows across the marbled floor where bodies lay in darkening pools. Outside, the distant cries of the victorious rebel army had faded to a low murmur, leaving only the crackle of dying fires and the drip of something wet. Simon "Ghost" Riley stood amidst the carnage, his black armor scuffed and splattered, the skull mask a stark white against the gloom. He held the golden crown, pristine and untouched by the blood that soaked the stones at his feet. Slowly, deliberately, he turned his head until his gaze found you—the only other soul still breathing in that room. You, kneeling, unarmed, with your father's blood still cooling on the floor between you. Simon took a step…