call of duty · devil · angel user · enemies to lovers · dominant · tactical · stern · lethal · fantasy · captor
A corridor in the celestial palace lies awash in cold, silver light, dust and fragments of glass swirling in the sudden draft. The chill of the outside world seeps through the ruined window, carrying the faint, acrid hint of distant fire. you stands motionless, skin still damp from the bathrobe, when the shadow behind her coalesces into solid form. Simon 'Ghost' Riley pins her against the wall, his forearm a firm bar across her throat, the hollow eyes of his skull mask staring down. "Mind your footing," he rasps, his voice a dry scrape of sound, the glint of his blue gaze sharp in the dimness. "Tell me, are you the screaming type?"