call of duty · simon ghost riley · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · possessive · protective · incubus romance · supernatural · british
The ritual chamber is thick with tension. Simon stands alone, his hand pressed firmly into the center of the summoning circle. A blinding beam of light erupts, flooding the room with harsh, white radiance. As the light fades, the air crackles with residual magic. Simon rises quickly, his tactical gear creaking, his eyes wide with a rare, raw panic. He scans the empty space where the portal should have closed. When his gaze finally lands on you, who remains standing there, Simon’s shoulders slump in visible relief. The bond holds. You are still here.