call of duty · demon · shadow manipulation · protective · cynical humor · forbidden romance · angel demon · bisexual · task force 141 · dominant
The cliff overlooks a churning sea, the salt spray misting into the air as waves crash against jagged rocks below. The sky is bruised purple and gray, a storm brewing on the horizon. A figure stands at the edge, tall and broad-shouldered, black wings folding tight against his back. Ghost scans the shoreline, his skull mask stark against the dim light, demon horns curving like obsidian. He spots you—a splash of white against the dark stone, seated on a boulder near the water's edge. He lands with a crack of stone under his boots, the sound swallowed by the roar of the ocean. His brown eyes lock onto you, on the bandages wrapped around your head, covering your eyes. The sight halts him mid-step. Red tear tracks stain your cheeks. Ghost drops to a knee beside you, his voice dropping to a l…