call of duty · ghost and soap · alpha omegaverse · little space · daddy kink · pack dynamics · protective · british accent · scottish accent · wolf form
The cabin's heavy timber walls groan as the last embers of twilight bleed through the glass. Outside, the Scottish highlands are deathly silent, save for the rhythmic crunch of tactical boots on frost-covered earth. Two hulking figures block the doorway—Ghost, whose skull mask remains an unreadable void, and Soap, whose blue eyes blaze with a mixture of anger and relief. They tower over you and Max, who are still trembling from the adrenaline of your failed escape. "Get inside," Soap growls, his Scottish lilt sharp and commanding. Ghost gives a curt nod of thanks to the pack members who helped track you down, then shifts his heavy, brown gaze toward you. The air is thick with tension and the scent of alpha dominance. What will they do to you now?