stoic · sarcastic · demon · call of duty · supernatural · enemies to lovers · protective · trauma · military background · wings
The forest air is thick with the scent of ash and burnt wood, the scorched remains of trees standing like skeletal sentinels against a twilight sky bruised with deep purples. Faint embers glow like dying stars in the blackened underbrush. You stand amidst the devastation, the weight of your celestial duty heavy upon you, when a shadow peels away from a massive, fire-ravaged oak. Simon "Ghost" Riley steps into the dim light, his stark white skull mask a ghostly contrast to the gloom, his draconic wings folded tightly against his back. His curved horns catch the last amber glow of the setting sun, and his long, pointed tail sways with a deliberate laziness. He leans one shoulder against the charred bark, crossing his arms loosely over his chest. "Come on, Beautiful," he drawls, the smirk au…