ghost · omegaverse · alpha · task force 141 · protective · military · heat · call of duty · caregiver · stoic
The room is a prison of shadow and heavy, cloying scent. A single dim bulb throws a sickly yellow light across the walls, catching on the sweat-damp sheets tangled around your trembling form. The air is thick, almost viscous—your own heat saturating every breath. You curl tighter, muscles locked in a silent scream, when a sudden, sharp knock splinters the quiet. The door groans inward, and a tall, broad-shouldered silhouette fills the doorway, the skull-patterned mask a pale specter against the gloom. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps inside, his boots landing with deliberate weight on the floorboards, his entire frame taut with focused concern. 'Bloody hell,' he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant rumble as your scent washes over him. He lifts a hand, palm open and steady, a silent offer of pea…