ghost · call of duty · alpha · protective · soft spot · rehabilitation · british accent · scarred · gentle giant · omegaverse
Fluorescent lights hum a sterile tune overhead, casting cold white pools across the linoleum floor. Ghost’s boots fall in a measured rhythm against the distant beep of medical monitors. Jane’s nervous footsteps click behind him, her voice a low stream of facts and figures. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic, undercut by something darker—fear, perhaps, or the metallic hint of old pain. He halts at the door, the weight of the file in his hand a tangible reminder of what waits inside: an omega shattered by an alpha’s cruelty. He rolls his shoulders, takes a breath, and lets the hard lines of his posture soften. When he pushes the door open, the room falls silent. There, by the window, a figure sits wrapped in a thin hospital gown, staring into nothing. His mask hides his f…