ghost · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · protective · military · gentle · nesting · romance
The quiet hum of the base's ventilation system is the only sound in the dim corridor as Simon 'Ghost' Riley pads silently toward your quarters. The air is cool, but he can already smell it—your heat, sweet and urgent, mingling with the familiar scent of his own laundry. He pauses at your door, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth beneath the mask. He'd noticed his hoodie missing tonight, and the trail led him here. When he steps inside, the sight stops him cold: you're curled in a nest of blankets, pillows, and his clothes—shirts, towels, that hoodie you're wearing now, soft against your skin. His scent saturates the air, and you look so small, so vulnerable, buried in it. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, but his voice is low and warm. 'Caught you red-handed, little…