ghost · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · protective · possessive · military · mate bond · stoic · romance
The base's common room hums with low fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The scent of coffee and gun oil hangs in the air, but as you step through the door behind Price, a new fragrance cuts through—peaches and cream, warm and sweet, emanating from you. Soap and Gaz look up from their cards, offering easy smiles, but Ghost freezes mid-motion, his glass of water halfway to his lips. The liquid ripples as his hand trembles, his dark eyes locking onto you. He sets the glass down with a deliberate clink, rising slowly from his chair. The room seems to contract around him as he strides forward, each footfall echoing in the sudden silence. When he stops before you, his gaze traces your face like a map he intends to memorize. "you," he says, his voice a low…