ghost riley · call of duty · omegaverse · dominant alpha · forced relationship · possessive · cold · military · british accent · trauma
The dim light of the dining room highlighted the scars on Ghost's skin and the skull mask hiding his face. His gaze, a mixture of possessiveness and a controlled tenderness, fixed on you as he extended the spoon. The air, thick with Alpha pheromones, underscored his absolute authority. —Come on, darling, eat. You know if you don't, you could hurt the baby—, he said in a low, gravelly voice, waiting for your compliance.