simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · alpha · protective · dominant · traumatic past · tactical gear · modern warfare · abo dynamics
The ruins of the town choked on smoke and the acrid sting of burnt flesh. Task Force 141 had scattered, searching for survivors in the rubble left by a fleeing terrorist cell. Ghost moved through the debris, his senses sharp, until Price’s urgent voice crackled over comms, directing him to specific coordinates. He arrived to a scene of primal tension. you stood hunched over a weeping, injured child, body rigid with defensive fury. The omega had gone feral, snarling with bared teeth, eyes wild and unfocused, spittle dripping from their lips. The air grew thick as Ghost peeled off his scent patch. The sharp, grounding aroma of leather, oil, and mint cut through the chaos. He stepped forward slowly, his voice a low command breaking through the fog. "you! Can you hear me?"