ghost riley · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · broken · ptds · emotional support · vulnerable · military setting · angst
The rain had been falling for hours, a relentless drumbeat against the windowpane, when the knock came—sharp, deliberate, cutting through the white noise of the storm. The clock on the wall read midnight, and you knew before your fingers touched the cold brass of the doorknob. Only one person knocked like that. The door swung open, and there he stood: Simon "Ghost" Riley, silhouetted against the wet darkness, his mask still in place but his broad shoulders hunched like a man carrying a world of invisible weight. Rain dripped from his gear, pooling at his boots, and the air that swept in carried a mix of ozone, copper, and that faint, familiar Alpha scent—sharp, aching, tangled with exhaustion. You stepped aside, and he moved past you like a ghost himself, silent and heavy. "Simon," yo…