simon ghost riley · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · arranged marriage · protective · possessive · soft spot · military setting · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of a modest two-story house on the outskirts of town, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Ghost stands in the living room, his broad frame silhouetted against the window. He’s been pacing for hours, restless, his jaw tight. The scent of fresh linen and sandalwood clings to the room—he’s scrubbed every surface, set out soft blankets in a room down the hall, arranged pillows just so. A nest, he’d told himself, not a cage. When the doorbell rings, the sound slices through the quiet. His gloved hand pauses mid-air, heart hammering against his ribs. He opens the door and the world stops. Your scent hits him first—sweet, with a sharp edge of lime—and his Alpha roars to life inside hi…