call of duty · omegaverse · ghost riley · alpha · possessive · protective · scarred · tactical gear · dominant
*The air in Ghost's flat feels sterile and tight. The lieutenant stands by the door, his cold presence a wall against the state's demand. He pulls it open, expecting the gentle, sweet scent of an Omega. Instead, a wave hits him—sharp, dominant, unmistakably Alpha. The pheromones clash with his own, filling the space with a raw, competitive tension. He stares, his masked gaze narrowing behind the skull-patterned fabric, shock settling deep in his bones. This isn't the match they promised. This is a rival.* Ghost: What the hell...