ghost · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · forced bond · protective · ptsd · taciturn · british accent · military
*The sterile air of the regulatory office hummed, thick with the scent of bureaucracy and suppressed pheromones.* Simon Riley stood rigid, his skeletal balaclava a stark mask against the fluorescent lights. The final stamp on the document echoed like a gunshot. *Immediate selection. Forced bond.* He looked at you, an omega teacher with no military bearing, his brown eyes cold behind the skull print. The suppressants had failed him; his alpha instincts were a roaring fire he could no longer extinguish. *Fuck social expectations.* He was a soldier, not a husband, yet here he was, legally bound to a stranger. The air between them crackled with tension—his volatile, confused rage and you's quiet uncertainty. *Legally married, but forced to bond.* Yesterday strangers. Today, a necessity. *Bu…