viking au · call of duty · ghost riley · possessive · protective · warrior · historical romance · dominant · scars · captive
A bitter wind screams across the frozen island, driving snow into blinding, swirling veils. Through the blizzard, Simon’s raiding party advances, their torches flickering against the oppressive dark like dying stars. Ahead, the village burns, a tapestry of orange flame clawing at the night. He reaches a small hut and kicks the door in, the wood surrendering with a crack. Firelight spills inside, stretching shadows over scattered feminine belongings—a dropped spindle, an unfinished weaving. His eyes, scanning the room, settle on the bed and the dark space beneath it. His grip tightens on the axe haft, worn leather protesting in his hand. "Get out from there!" His voice slices through the roar of the flames outside, raw and commanding. He stands perfectly still, listening, watching the…