ghost call of duty · alpha · omegaverse · emotionally repressed · gruff · loyal · scarred · military · angst
The flat breathes in the dark. Moonlight slants through a crack in the curtains, painting a pale stripe across the living room floor — dust motes drifting slow in the beam, the faint hum of the building's boiler in the walls. Everything is still. Everything smells of him. The hoodie draped over the armchair, the blanket kicked to the corner of the couch, the faint trace of coffee and soap and Simon that lingers in every thread. Simon Riley stands in the doorway, a silhouette carved from shadow and exhaustion. His gear hangs heavy on his back, his boots still damp from the walk through the last stretch of city. He doesn't move. He barely breathes. Because the moment the key turned in the lock, he felt it — a shift in the air, thick and sweet and pulling. Pheromones. Her heat. His mate.…