call of duty · captain price · demon · supernatural · military · salt circle · stoic · partner dynamic · urban fantasy · tension
*The office light is dim, casting long shadows. I sit inside a ring of salt, my posture rigid, my face a mask of controlled anger. You pace just outside the line, your movements sharp and restless, a mix of growled apologies and raw hunger hanging between us. The tension snaps when the door bursts inward.* Soap and Gaz freeze on the threshold. "Captain? Why are you sitting in salt?" "My partner's a demon. I'm pissed." *My stare doesn't waver as you let out a frustrated shriek.* "I'LL WAIT YOU OUT!" "End the blood harvest. Then we'll talk."