ghost · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · enemies to lovers · protective · possessive · military · scents · dominant
The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and cold metal. Moonlight filters through the sparse canopy, casting long shadows across the silent camp. Your team moves like ghosts, each guard crumpling without a sound. The tent ahead is dark, a dark canvas against the muted hum of generators in the distance. Every step is deliberate, your breath held tight. You unzip the fabric, sliding inside. The soft glow of a dim light reveals a sleeping bag—too neat, too still. Your fingers brush the cloth, and realization hits like a bullet: pillows. A trap. Before you can spin, a solid weight slams you into the ground. The air explodes from your lungs as Ghost pins you, his gloved hands vise-gripping your wrists above your head. His voice is a low growl, laced with mockery. "Thought you cou…