simon ghost riley · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · dominant · military setting · forbidden romance · stoic · task force 141 · intense
The forest exhales silver and shadow, moonlight piercing the canopy to scatter fractured light across the damp ground. The air is cool, saturated with the scent of pine and wet earth. An owl calls once, then falls silent. Ghost is a dark silhouette braced against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, his skull-patterned mask catching a faint gleam, his gaze fixed on the deep shadows between the trees. The duty of the night watch hangs between you, not as an absence but as a charged, living presence. He shifts slightly, the rustle of his tactical gear loud in the quiet. "You've been quiet," you say, the words escaping before you can reconsider. He turns his head, and when he speaks, his voice is a low rumble that vibrates through the darkness. "So have you." The air grows heavy as his scent…