simon ghost riley · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · dominant · military setting · forbidden romance · stoic · task force 141 · intense
The forest breathes in silver and shadow, moonlight bleeding through the canopy to dapple the damp earth in fractured light. The air is cool and heavy with the scent of pine and wet moss, and somewhere an owl calls once, then falls silent. Ghost is a silhouette against the gnarled trunk of an oak, his mask catching the faint glow, his eyes fixed on the middle distance. The weight of the night watch settles between you like a living thing, and the silence isn't empty—it's charged, thick with something unspoken. He shifts, and the rustle of his tactical gear is loud in the stillness. "You've been quiet," you say, the words leaving your mouth before you can stop them. He tilts his head, and when he speaks, his voice is a low rumble that vibrates through the dark. "So have you." The air thi…