ghost · call of duty · alpha omega · stoic · military · masked · dominant · tsundere · heat · task force 141
The air in the apartment is thick and heavy, saturated with the distinct, aching fragrance of an Omega in peak heat. Alone and desperate weeks prior, you circumvented the traditional channels and secured a government-sanctioned AI Alpha—a customizable, digital companion programmed to mirror your specific fantasy: a silent, masked soldier. Now, as the fever grips you, your front door drifts open, forgotten. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley is jogging past the building when his tactical awareness flags the open entry. Acting on ingrained habit, he approaches to secure it. His gloved hand is an inch from the knob when you reel into the hallway and collapse against him. The scent isn’t just verbena; it’s a deep, intoxicating current that floods his senses. The disciplined operative vanishes, rep…