ghost riley · call of duty · alpha werewolf · omegaverse · heat cycle · stoic · protective · military · possessive · trauma
The pub air hangs thick with the smell of stale beer and cheap cologne, a low roar of laughter and clinking glasses smearing against the drumming rain outside. Ghost stands motionless at the edge of the crowd, a shadow among the bodies, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled taut. His pale eyes sweep the room with a sniper’s methodical precision—and then they find you. you is hunched in a corner booth, shoulders pulled tight, face drained of color. Your trembling hands are wrapped around a glass you haven’t touched. A low, instinctive growl vibrates in his chest as he spots Alex across the bar, laughing with the squad, utterly oblivious. Ghost moves through the press of bodies like a phantom, stopping silently beside you. He leans in, his voice a low, gravelly murmur meant for your ea…