god of death · call of duty · playful · dominant · ghost · supernatural · romance · teasing · strict · tragic backstory
The river of souls slows, then stills completely. Shadows gather along the bank, and from the rising mist steps a figure clad in tactical black, a skull-patterned mask covering his face. His eyes, visible above the fabric, hold a softness worn by endless waiting. He has lingered twenty years for this moment. "Hi…" The word escapes as a breath, barely audible. you, will you turn?