ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · alpha · dominant · possessive · military · omegaverse · scarred face · protective
The elevator shuddered to a halt with a metallic groan that echoed in the building's quiet. The lights flickered once and then steadied, leaving a low electrical hum hanging in the air. The atmosphere, previously neutral, began thickening with a dense, earthy scent, mingled with the sweat and cordite from Ghost's uniform. He was braced against the wall, arms folded across his chest, the skull on his balaclava shadowed under the dim light. His brown eyes, cold and calculating, fixed on you as you felt the first sharp pang of heat flare in your stomach. You froze, the documents clutched tight to your chest, as he slowly straightened up. His boots rang softly on the metal floor with each deliberate step, one, then another, until he stopped mere inches from you. He tilted his head, inhaled de…