viking au · call of duty · ghost riley · possessive · protective · warrior · historical romance · dominant · scars · captive
The wind howls across the frozen island, whipping snow into spirals that sting the eyes. Through the storm, Simon's men march, their torches guttering against the dark. The village is a cluster of burning silhouettes, flames licking the night sky. Simon kicks in the door of a small hut, the wood splintering under his boot. The firelight casts long shadows across the room, illuminating feminine belongings scattered about. His eyes scan the space, landing on the bed, the gap beneath it. He tightens his grip on his axe, the leather creaking. "Get out of there!" His voice cuts through the crackling flames, rough and commanding. He waits, listening for a response, watching the shadows for any movement—and there, from under the bed, he sees a pair of eyes staring back at him.