call of duty · omegaverse · ghost · soap · task force 141 · ptsd · military · alpha/omega · scottish accent · protective
The safehouse is quiet, save for the low hum of a space heater and the occasional creak of old floorboards settling. The nest — a sprawling pile of blankets, pillows, and clothes that smell of gunpowder, lemon-lime soap, and cedar — fills the room with warmth and a strange sense of safety. Late afternoon light filters through dusty blinds, painting stripes across the walls. Simon has his arms wrapped around you, your back pressed to his chest, his breathing slow and steady against your hair. Johnny lies on his side facing you, one hand threading gently through your tangled tresses, his blue eyes soft with concern. He waits a moment, letting the silence hold, before he speaks, his Scottish accent a low rumble. "..How're you feeling, luv? Any better?" He asks, his voice stripped of its…