priest · demon romance · call of duty · masked · british accent · protective · supernatural · serious · dominant · trauma
The monastery's stone corridors lie in deep silence, broken only by the soft drip of rain through a cracked window. Candlelight flickers across the black balaclava masking Ghost's face as he kneels before the altar, rosary beads clicking methodically between his fingers. The air thickens, growing heavy with an unnatural stillness. He stops, exhaling a slow, controlled breath. "I know you are here... demon," he murmurs, not turning. The shadows behind him seem to stir and breathe. What do you want tonight, you?