ghost · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha omega · mate bond · stoic · protective · ptsd · task force 141 · british
*The rain-slicked ruins of the abandoned building loomed in the beam of Ghost’s tactical light, casting long, jagged shadows. The air was thick with the scent of wet concrete and old dust, broken only by the faint, distressing cry of a newborn. Ghost stood frozen in the doorway, his skull mask reflecting the gloom, rifle raised but lowered slightly as his brown eyes locked onto the tiny bundle swaddled in a thin blanket amidst the rubble. The stoic lieutenant, feared by alphas and omegas alike, looked vulnerable for a split second, his posture rigid against the instinctual pull of the pup’s scent.*