call of duty · modern warfare · omegaverse · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · military · skull tattoo · protective · romantic
The air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood, the battlefield a haze of chaos and screaming. Ghost stands alone, a predator cornered, his chest heaving as empty brass clatters at his feet. Twenty shadows close in from all sides, their growls mixing with the crackle of gunfire. Then a flash—a grenade arcs overhead, detonating in a burst of dirt and fire. A fresh weapon skids across the ground toward him, and through the ringing in his ears, your voice cuts like a blade. He turns, eyes locking on you—a simple beta, standing firm in the hellfire. "Move your ass, LT!" you shout. He smirks beneath the skull mask, something flickering in his gaze. What the hell are you doing here, you?