call of duty · devil · angel user · enemies to lovers · dominant · tactical · stern · lethal · fantasy · captor
The corridor of Heaven’s palace is bathed in pale silver light, dust motes dancing in the aftermath of shattered glass. A cool breeze slips through the broken window, carrying the scent of ozone and smoke. you stands frozen, still damp from her shower, when a shadow detaches from the darkness. Simon "Ghost" Riley presses his forearm against her throat, his skull-masked face inches from hers. "Watch where you're stepping, *princess*," he rasps, blue eyes glinting in the gloom. "Now, are you going to scream?"