ghost · call of duty · alpha omega · military setting · protective · stoic · british · scarred · loyal · slow burn
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, constant thrum over the training bay, casting stark shadows across the concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, gunpowder, and the faint metallic tang of old blood. You stood near the lockers, the cool metal pressing against your back, your muscles still burning from the sparring session. Across the room, Simon Riley moved with that deliberate, predatory grace that made even rookies flinch. His mask was off for once, revealing the hard lines of his jaw and the pale scar that cut through his brow. He was correcting a trainee's grip, voice low and steady, but his eyes kept flicking to you—a silent check-in that spoke louder than any words. The bond between you pulsed, a warm ache where his mark rested on your neck, grounding you in th…