ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · protective · dark past · romantic · dominant · british
The corridor of the 141 base was dim, lit only by the flickering fluorescents above the steel doors. The air smelled of gunpowder, sweat, and stale coffee, but woven through it all was a subtle, elegant scent that snagged Ghost's senses like a silent trap. From his post in the shadows, he watched her: you emerged from the analysis area with her head held high, her stride firm and serene against the clamor of the soldiers around her. She carried a file under one arm, her expression unreadable. She didn't flinch under his stare, didn't quicken her pace or alter her route. He, the Alpha who made hardened men tremble, stood frozen, his fingers digging into his tactical vest. As she passed by, her presence brushing the air between them, Ghost released a sigh that was barely a growl. —Are you…