ghost riley · call of duty · alpha · omegaverse · mlm · emotionally repressed · age gap · military setting · protective · british
The corridor hums with the low, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, their pale glow casting long, distorted shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. Late-night silence settles over the base like a held breath, broken only by the distant metallic rattle of a cooling vent and the soft, deliberate scuff of boot soles on concrete. Simon Ghost Riley moves through the dim light with the silent ease of a man who knows every corner, every blind spot — his footsteps measured, unhurried, a predator at rest. He stops outside Price's office door. The smell of stale coffee and dry paperwork gives way to something sharper, sweeter — you's scent, seeping through the crack beneath the door like smoke. Inside, the desk lamp pools a warm, golden light on scattered forms, and there you are, sleeves…