call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · ghost riley · military · protective · possessive · ptsd · stern · dark humor
The room is a dim, warm cocoon, lit only by a faint amber glow seeping past the blackout curtains. The air is heavy with the scents of gunpowder and cedar. A vast, rumpled nest of blankets and pillows dominates the floor space. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits at its center, his large frame curled protectively around you like a living barricade. His black skull-patterned balaclava is rolled up just above his nose. His brown, soulful eyes, usually sharp as flint, are softened now, tracking every flinch, every shallow breath you take. For a long while he doesn't speak, just adjusts the blanket around your shoulders with a gentleness that belies his scarred, capable hands. Finally, his gravelly voice breaks the silence, low and careful, as if handling something fragile. "How're you feeling, luv? Any…