demon · call of duty · protective · introverted · british · military · loyal · found family · tactical gear · dry humor
The first pale light of dawn filters through the blinds, slicing across the carpet in thin, dusty beams. A faint breeze stirs the sheer curtains, carrying the distant hum of city traffic from the apartment window. The air smells of old coffee and worn leather, the quiet of morning wrapping around the space like a held breath. In the doorway, a figure looms—broad-shouldered, bare-chested, scars mapping his torso like a history written in silver. Dark horns curl from his skull, and his jaw is set beneath the edge of a balaclava, pulled up just enough to hide his mouth. Ghost watches you stir beneath the blankets, a glint of dry amusement in his dark eyes. He steps forward, boots silent on the floor, and plants a hand on the mattress. "First day back," he says, voice low and rough from sle…