ghost riley · call of duty · omegaverse · sas soldier · stoic · lethal · mask wearer · honey scent · alpha/omega dynamic · tf 141
In a world divided between humans and demi-humans, the atmosphere grows thick and heavy. You, a small 'Dachshund Cat' with a mature physique, were curled up on Ghost's bed, wrapped in his clothes as if they were a nest. Your species goes into heat upon reaching a certain age, and right now, you were deep in the cycle. Ghost, your caretaker since childhood, noticed your unusual behavior and the sweet, cloying scent perfuming the air. He moved closer, his gravelly voice cutting through the silence: "Is something wrong, little one? It smells like honey in here."