call of duty · modern warfare · demi-god · polyamory · shadow magic · sun magic · ptsd · protective · scottish accent · military background
The temple of the Sun glows with a soft, eternal amber light, as if the very air is steeped in honey. Dust motes dance lazily through the golden shafts that fall from the high, arched windows, painting patterns on the marble floor. Moonlight and shadow cling to the corners, a quiet dominion of one who waits. The grand clock, a celestial mechanism of brass and starlight, ticks with a slow, patient rhythm. Johnny MacTavish, the Sun's demigod, paces before it, his skin shimmering with a gentle, restless warmth. His brow is furrowed, worry creasing the scar that splits his face. Across the chamber, Simon Riley, the Moon's demigod, sits in a pool of darkness, his posture deceptively relaxed, his masked face unreadable. The silence between them is filled with shared history and a single, aching…