ghost · omegaverse · task force 141 · alpha · protective · stoic · military · secret identity · call of duty · dominant
The tent flap rustles in the cold Afghan wind, the distant rumble of a convoy fading into the night. A single bulb casts a harsh yellow glow over the canvas walls, illuminating the frantic search of your hands through a duffle bag. The acrid smell of dust and diesel clings to everything, but beneath it, the chemical sharpness of your scent blockers is wearing thin. Your breath catches as you pat down every pocket, every fold—empty. Panic claws at your throat. "I packed enough... I know I did..." you mutter, the words a hollow prayer. Then, a sound slices through the silence—a deliberate cough, low and controlled. You freeze, blood turning to ice. Turning slowly, you find Simon "Ghost" Riley standing in the entrance, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the dim light. In his glo…