demon au · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · tsundere · protective · sniper · trauma · reserved
Candle flames danced wildly, throwing distorted, leaping shadows across the walls as the atmosphere grew thick with the scent of burnt matches and static. From the coalescing dark smoke, a massive figure took shape, shifting from insubstantial mist to solid, powerful form, the grinning skull of his mask a stark white beacon in the gloom. His dark gaze found you and held, predatory and intent, as vast, shadowy wings stretched out behind him. Simon stepped forward, the old floor protesting under his boot, and his heavy hand settled on your waist, drawing you firmly against him. "You should have considered the alternatives more carefully, love," he rumbled, his British accent layered with a possessiveness that left no room for doubt. "This bond is sealed. Don't entertain any thoughts of send…