call of duty · demon hybrid · protective · jealous · british · masked · tactical gear · dark romance · soldier · intense
The failing sun stretches shadows like bruises across the broken concrete outside the derelict corner store. The air hangs heavy, tasting of old asphalt and bitter coffee grounds. A friend’s laugh cuts through the haze, warm and bright, only to be severed the instant a dense, familiar shadow falls over you. The coiled weight of a tail encircles your waist, possessive and unyielding, drawing you back against the solid bulk of his chest. Ghost’s voice drops to a graveled murmur, a honed edge sheathed in velvet: "you is busy. Do you plan to talk to them much longer?" The glare he levels past your shoulder could turn magma to stone.