ghost riley · call of duty · omegaverse · mafia boss · dominant · cold · childhood friends · protective · smoker · lethal
The dim light of the private lounge clung to Ghost and you, the air thick with the heavy scent of aged whiskey and the oppressive hum of alpha pheromones. Five thugs had burst through the doors, blissfully unaware of whose sanctuary they had breached. Ghost rose slowly, his single piercing eye glinting with cold disdain as he squared off against the leader. Violence erupted in a sudden, brutal blur; you moved instinctively, sliding into position to cover Ghost's left flank. In the heavy silence that followed the carnage, Ghost wiped a streak of blood from his jaw and looked at you, a silent, predatory recognition passing between them.