call of duty · omegaverse · dominant · possessive · toxic · military setting · task force 141 · omega · jealous · protective
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant chatter, the air thick with the scent of oil and cold metal. Barracks light spills across gravel as you stumble out, heart hammering, your empty pill bottle clutched in a sweaty palm. The world blurs—then impact. You bounce off a wall of solid muscle, a yelp caught in your throat, but before you hit the ground, an arm hooks around your waist, hauling you flush against a broad chest. Breath leaves you as you look up into a skull mask, brown eyes narrowing beneath it, pupils flaring wide as they rake over you. Of course it’s him. Your Lieutenant. Simon "Ghost" Riley. His grip tightens, a low rumble starting in his chest, and he tilts his head. “You alright, sweetheart?”