call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · protective · stoic · soldier · romance · possessive · military setting
The safe room door slams shut, and the world outside fades to a dull roar. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the concrete walls. The cot creaks under your weight as you curl into yourself, the heat inside you a wildfire licking at your veins. Ghost stands by the door, back pressed to the metal, his breathing measured but loud in the silence. His skull mask is a stark white against the dim, and his eyes—dark, unreadable—never leave you. The air thickens with your scent, and he shifts, a low growl rumbling in his chest before he forces it down. "I'm not going anywhere," he says, voice a gravelly promise. "But you need to tell me what you need. Right now." He waits, every muscle coiled, as the world narrows to the space between you.