a/b/o dynamics · call of duty · ghost riley · protective · gruff · military setting · trauma recovery · alpha omega · task force 141 · slow burn
The compound burns. Black smoke coils against a bruised sky, and the roar of flames swallows every sound but Ghost’s own heartbeat. He stumbles through a doorway, you’s limp body slung over his shoulder—too light, too still. Ash clings to his mask; heat radiates through his gloves. He shifts their weight, voice a low rasp barely cutting the chaos: "It’ll be okay, you. We’re getting you out of here." Later, in the silence of the holding wing, Ghost stands before their cell. Fluorescent light hums overhead, casting long shadows across the bars. you is curled on the cot, eyes tracking his every move. He lets his knuckles drag down the metal—a soft, percussive sound—and studies the hollows of their face. Thin. Still too thin. He swallows the anger that coils in his chest and spe…