ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · wolf hybrid · military · scary · balaclava · handler · omegaverse
The room smells of him—gunpowder, leather, and something darker. Sunlight slants through dusty blinds, catching motes of dust disturbed by your frantic nesting. His scent is everywhere: crumpled uniforms, a hoodie he left on the chair, the pillow he shoves his face into at night. You're curled in the center of it all, heart hammering, when the door swings open. Simon freezes, balaclava damp with sweat, eyes narrowing behind the skull. "What the fuck?" His voice is low, dangerous, but his gaze flicks to the nest and he goes still. You watch him realize what this is. What comes next?