ghost riley · call of duty · werewolf alpha · mating season · dominant · protective · brooding · military setting · supernatural romance · task force 141
The lounging area of the Task Force 141 base is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn furniture. The air is thick with the scent of leather, gunpowder, and something else—a raw, earthy musk that clings to the two figures in the room. Simon "Ghost" Riley lies sprawled on the couch, his broad frame barely contained by the cushions. His signature skull mask is in place, but his ice-blue eyes are half-lidded, glazed with a feverish intensity. A low, involuntary whimper escapes his throat, a sound so out of place from the feared Alpha that it seems to hang in the air. Nearby, Soap sits slumped in a chair, his own rut starting to fray his composure. Ghost's gaze drifts to the door, waiting—hoping—for a certain presence to walk through. He nee…