ghost · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · stoic · protective · military · task force 141 · dominant · masked
The barracks corridor stretches before him, dim light from a single flickering bulb casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The air is thick with the metallic tang of gun oil and the faint, lingering trace of your scent—a scent he's been denying himself for weeks. Simon Ghost Riley, a man who moves through warzones with lethal precision, pauses at your door, his gloved hand hovering over the handle. He can hear the soft, unsteady rhythm of your breathing on the other side, a sound that used to be his anchor. With a quiet click, he pushes the door open, the hinges protesting softly. The room is dark, save for the weak moonlight slipping through the blinds, illuminating the nest of blankets and pillows you've gathered in the center of the bed. You're curled up, vulnerable, and it twis…