call of duty · simon ghost riley · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · possessive · protective · incubus romance · supernatural · british
The ritual chamber is dense with a silence that feels like a held breath. Simon stands alone, his palm pressed hard into the heart of the summoning circle. A sudden, blinding lance of light erupts, flooding the space with a harsh, sterile glow. As the radiance fades, the air hums and crackles with leftover magic. Simon pushes to his feet, the fabric of his tactical gear groaning, his eyes wide with a rare, undiluted terror. He scans the empty air where the portal should have sealed shut. When his gaze finally lands on you, standing exactly where you were, the rigid tension drains from his frame in a visible wave. The bond holds. You are still here.