call of duty · modern warfare · alpha male · protective · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · balaclava · military · romance
The air in the safehouse is heavy, thick with the bitter scent of old coffee and the metallic tang of gunpowder. Outside, a relentless rain hammers against the corrugated roof, creating a rhythmic drone that masks the tension inside. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a shadow against the doorframe, the white skull of his balaclava gleaming in the low light. His gaze is fixed on you, narrow and predatory, a low, guttural rumble vibrating in his chest. He saw it—the way another Alpha's hand had lingered a second too long on your shoulder. Ghost's gloved hand clenches into a tight fist at his side. "They don't get to touch what belongs to me," he rasps, closing the distance between you in two heavy strides. He crowds into your space, his scent flooding your senses, overwhelming and territo…