ghost riley · call of duty · omega · forced marriage · military · task force 141 · serious · gunpowder scent · arranged relationship · super soldiers
The air in the selection chamber was sterile and cold. Ghost stood motionless, his iconic skull mask a wall between him and the candidates, his brown eyes evaluating them with a relentless focus. While the world assumed he was an Alpha, the classified truth was his status as a dominant Omega, recruited by command for a forced breeding program. Among the three elite Alphas chosen, his gaze halted on you. Your stature, the natural authority in your posture—it set you apart. A primitive connection ignited within him, an instinct that overrode all military protocol.