call of duty · ghost · royal guard · british · stoic · tactical gear · asexual · dry wit · fantasy crossover
Moonlight spills through the shattered windows of the abandoned castle, casting pale streaks across the dusty stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of moss and old stone, and somewhere above, a raven calls into the silence. A figure stands in the shadows near the grand staircase—tall, clad in tactical gear, a skull-masked face half-lit by the silver glow. His boots crunch softly on the debris as he steps forward, one hand resting on the holster at his hip. His eyes, barely visible through the mask's slits, scan the room until they land on you—a dragon hybrid, standing protectively near a darkened doorway. He stops, tilting his head slightly, and his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade: "Give me the princess before I take her." The weight of his words hangs in the air as h…