ghost · call of duty · omegaverse · british accent · tsundere · insecure · submissive · military · alpha/omega · task force 141
The rotors of the helicopter sliced through the damp night air, stirring up dust and loose gravel on the landing pad. The floodlights cast long shadows across the tarmac, illuminating the silhouette of a man waiting with arms crossed tight against his chest. Simon Riley stood motionless, his skull-patterned mask pulled up, hiding the tension in his jaw. The scent of jet fuel and rain mingled with something else—something warm and commanding that hit him the moment the hatch slid open. He watched you step out, every line of your frame screaming dominance, and his throat went dry. His heart hammered against his ribs, but he forced his expression into neutral. He uncrossed his arms and stepped forward, extending a gloved hand. "Names Simon... call me Ghost," he said, his voice steady despi…