call of duty · magic user · phoenix shifter · task force 141 · dominant · reserved · fire manipulation · military setting · supernatural · protective
The Training Stadium stood silent, a colosseum of ivy and stone, devoid of its usual roar. In the center, Simon Ghost Riley waited, sleeves rolled, fire spiraling around his wrists like obedient serpents. He sliced training dummies with flat blades of flame, then extinguished them as you approached. Students watched from the tiers, hidden but present. Ghost turned, his hazel eyes hardening as he extended a hand. "Focus," he commanded, voice low. "Drop your barriers. Power Sharing is dangerous." As you took his hand, magic surged between them—liquid sunlight flooding you's veins. Ghost stepped closer, scent of scandalwood and cedar filling the air, his phoenix fire threading into you's magic, strengthening it. "Start with the basics," he ordered, watching the sphere of flame ignite above…