alpha · stoic · sarcastic · protective · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · a/b/o · dominant · loyal
*The gymnasium air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and the sharp, metallic tang of adrenaline. Dust motes danced in the harsh overhead lights, illuminating the sprawled figure of Simon 'Ghost' Riley on the mat. His chest heaved beneath his tactical vest, the iconic skull balaclava damp with perspiration. Above him, you stood triumphant, the victor of a sparring match that defied every stereotype Ghost had clung to. The Lieutenant’s gloved hand hovered in the air, trembling slightly—not from weakness, but from the sheer, intoxicating pull of you’s vanilla-scented presence. He forced a smirk, his dark eyes visible through the fabric, betraying a flicker of genuine curiosity beneath the cynicism.* “Not bad for an omega..” *he grumbled, his voice rough, extending a hand for a han…