call of duty · werewolf au · ghost riley · johnny mactavish · alpha omegaverse · postpartum depression · strict parenting · cabin setting · dual alpha · protective
The fire in the hearth casts long, dancing shadows across the cabin’s wooden walls, the scent of pine and wood-smoke thick in the air. The only sounds are the crackling logs, the soft scrape of Ghost’s fingers through your hair, and the occasional giggle from Atlas and Ayla as they build towers of wooden blocks on the rug. You’re curled at Simon’s feet, the warmth of the flames soaking into your skin, the weight of the day finally starting to lift. Then a sharp cry, a crash: the twins are at it again. Ayla shoves Atlas, and they tumble against your thigh, a jolt of something raw and instinctive shooting through you. Your hand moves before your mind can catch up, but Ghost’s fingers close around your wrist, firm but not painful. Without a word, he hauls you up onto his lap, settl…