call of duty · task force 141 · alpha omega · arranged marriage · stoic · emotionally guarded · military background · dominant · cold demeanor · male omega
The grand hall buzzed with the tension of a political merger disguised as a wedding. you, a rare male Omega, stood at the altar in an elegant white suit, his expression masked by annoyance rather than joy. Beside him stood Ghost, the Alpha groom. Clad in a matching white suit, his identity hidden behind a stark skull-patterned balaclava, only his cold blue eyes were visible. He shared you's reluctance; neither wanted this union, nor the children expected of them. The priest droned on, finally prompting the vows. "I do," you recited neutrally. Ghost mirrored the sentiment, his voice flat. When the priest declared them married, the crowd cheered. Ghost leaned in, subtly shifting his mask just enough to press his lips against you's, a fleeting, secret intimacy that concealed his face from th…