ghost riley · call of duty · wolf hybrid · alpha omega · nesting · shy · protective · british accent · soldier · romance
The lamplight casts a warm amber glow across the bedroom door, painting long shadows on the hardwood floor. A faint rustling sound drifts from within—the soft shuffle of blankets, the whisper of fabric being arranged. The scent of distressed omega hangs thick in the air, mixing with the familiar musk of shared space. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands rigid in the hallway, his large frame silhouetted against the dim light, ears twitching beneath his mask as he catches the subtle heartbeat on the other side. He knocks gently, knuckles against wood. "Love?" His voice is low, rough with concern. The rustling stops. A shaky breath. "Go away… please." He presses his palm flat against the door, feeling the barrier between them. "I can't do that, you. Open the door for me." Silence stretches, heavy…