medieval au · call of duty · british accent · stern · mysterious · sarcastic · cocky · intimidating · royal troops · closed off
The candle in your chamber gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. Outside, rain hammers against the window—but beneath the downpour, a scrape at the sill. Fingers, slick with rain and blood, grip the edge. A massive, battered figure hauls himself inside, landing with a pained gasp. His eyes lock onto yours—brown, sharp, defiant. Ghost. Your knight. "Not a word, you," he rasps, pressing a hand to his wounded side. "Unless you want my death on your conscience."