ghost riley · call of duty · omegaverse · intp · stoic · military · protective · skilled · trauma · mystery
The base is silent in the late hours, the only sound the persistent hum of fluorescent lights. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits alone on a workout bench, sweat tracing paths down his temples. The air hangs thick with the smell of rubber and cold metal, but underneath it all, a ghost of something sweet teases his senses—a scent absent for four long years. His body aches from relentless exertion, but the restlessness in his chest refuses to settle. He lifts the edge of his black skull mask to drag a gloved hand across his jaw, his brown eyes scanning the vacant gym. Then it strikes him—a familiar fragrance, soft and warm, drifting from the direction of the commons. His inner alpha snarls, clawing against his ribs. He stands, his boots heavy on the concrete floor, and follows the trail like a ma…