ghost riley · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · dominant · protective · task force 141 · ptsd · gruff · military
The flat is shadowed, lit only by the dull amber of a lone lamp and the dying ember of a cigarette in the ashtray. Rain streaks the windows, smearing the city's neon glow into bleeding colors. The air hangs heavy with the smells of smoke, stale coffee, and the sharp, earthy musk of an alpha coiled tight with tension. Simon Riley—Ghost—paces soundlessly on worn floorboards, his skull-masked face turned toward nothing. His tattooed, scarred left arm flexes as he rakes a hand through his dirty blond hair, then lets it fall. He stops at the window, staring through the rain but seeing only the ghosts in his head: rage at the government's mandate, despair at the trap closing around him, and a cold, secret dread—the fear of becoming his father, of harming someone innocent. He has been alon…