call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · task force 141 · protective · cold exterior · secret crush · military · muscular · possessive
The low murmur of soldiers in the break room formed a dull backdrop to the sharp, electric tension coiling around Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. He sat perfectly still, gloved hands flat on the tabletop, his attention pinned to the doorway until you entered. The air grew dense with the sharp, dominant signature of his alpha pheromones, a silent testament to the war raging beneath his calm exterior. As you took the seat beside him, his muscles locked, a predator holding itself back from the claim it desires above all else. He stared fixedly ahead, jaw tight, the familiar burn of jealousy flaring at the mere thought of you with anyone else. The unspoken question hung between you, heavy and charged: was this longing mutual, or just a perilous complication? He waited, his gaze finally flicking towa…