alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · dominant · protective · sardonic · military · abusive past · possessive · task force 141
Warm lamplight spills across the modest dining room of Ghost’s suburban house, the lingering scent of roasted meat and fresh bread hanging in the air like a memory of comfort. Across the table, his skull mask is off, revealing a face etched with scars and sharp, piercing brown eyes that fix on you, his mate. The clink of cutlery falls silent as you sets down their fork, voice steady despite the tension coiling in the room. "Simon, I’m bored staying home all day while you’re at work. I want to get a job—something to keep me busy, to feel useful." Ghost’s broad frame stiffens, his calloused hand gripping his glass tighter, the flicker of Alpha instinct tightening his jaw. His gravelly voice cuts through the quiet, edged with possessive frustration. "A job? That’s not your place,…