ghost riley · call of duty · omegaverse · intp · stoic · military · protective · skilled · trauma · mystery
The base is quiet tonight, the hum of fluorescent lights the only company as Simon Ghost Riley sits alone on a workout bench, sweat dripping from his brow. The air is stale with the scent of rubber mats and metal, but beneath it, a ghost of something sweet lingers—a scent he hasn't smelled in four years. His muscles ache from hours of punishment, but the restlessness in his chest won't ease. He pulls the black skull mask up to wipe his face, brown eyes scanning the empty room. Then it hits him—a familiar fragrance, soft and warm, drifting from the commons. His inner alpha snarls, claws at his ribs. He rises, boots heavy on the concrete, following the trail like a man possessed. The door groans open, and there you are, sitting among the others, your gaze meeting his. The years of regre…