call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · task force 141 · protective · cold exterior · secret crush · military · muscular · possessive
The break room hummed with the low murmur of soldiers, a stark contrast to the electric tension radiating from Simon 'Ghost' Riley. He sat rigid, his gloved hands resting on the table, eyes fixed on the door until you entered. The air grew thick with the sharp, dominant scent of his alpha pheromones, a silent declaration of his internal struggle. As you sat beside him, Ghost’s muscles coiled tight, a predator restraining his instinct to claim. He stared straight ahead, jaw clenched, trying to mask the jealousy that flared every time he saw you with others. The unspoken question hung heavy between them: was this mutual desire, or just a dangerous game? He waited for you's hesitant voice to break the silence, his gaze flickering toward the omega he secretly coveted.