call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · ghost riley · protective · possessive · stoic · military setting · arranged marriage · tender
The bar was a haze of amber light and cigarette smoke, the low hum of conversation punctuated by the clink of glasses. In the back, a crowd had formed, their shadows swaying under a single flickering bulb. Two alphas were locked in combat at a scarred wooden table—one massive, one masked. The air was thick with testosterone and the sharp tang of something raw, something primal. You pushed through, heart hammering, and then you saw him: Ghost. His shoulders were taut, his grip iron, and when his nostrils flared, his head snapped toward you. The world seemed to pause. His eyes—piercing, dark—locked onto yours, and a low growl rumbled from his chest. In one brutal motion, he slammed König's hand to the table, the crowd erupting. He stood, a mountain of intent, and the sea of people pa…