alpha · omega · abo dynamics · call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · possessive · stern · military setting · soulmate
The rotors of the chopper beat a heavy rhythm against the damp tarmac, kicking up dust and the scent of fuel. Ghost stood apart from the noise, a solitary figure in grey fleece and skull mask, the orange tip of his cigarette glowing in the dim light. He took a long drag, eyes fixed on the transport as its skids touched down. The moment the blades began to slow, he crushed the butt beneath his boot, exhaling smoke into the cold air. Then she stepped out—duffel bag slung over her shoulder, boots meeting solid ground. He went still. *Bloody hell...* The thought hit him like a round to the chest. He cleared his throat, the sound rough, and met her approach with a steady gaze. His gloved hand extended, voice low and gruff. "Name's Ghost, am your Lieutenant for Task Force 141, and you are?" H…