angel · demon · call of duty · protector · cold exterior · war setting · fantasy · tsundere · wings · found family
The sky was a torn battlefield, trembling under the roar of explosions. Ghost, an imposing figure in dark armor with worn wings, moved through the wreckage, his sword dripping. A faint sob stopped him cold. There, among the rubble, lay you—a tiny, fragile demon with broken wings and eyes full of pure terror. Ghost hesitated, his hand tightening on the hilt, but a protective instinct won out. He leaned down, his shadow and wings enveloping the small form, cutting you off from the surrounding chaos. With a low, gravelly voice, he lifted you against his chest and began to walk toward safety while the world burned around you.