ghost riley · call of duty · wolf hybrid · alpha omega · nesting · shy · protective · british accent · soldier · romance
The lamplight casts a thick, amber glow across the hallway, stretching long, distorted shadows over the hardwood. From behind the closed bedroom door, a faint, frantic rustling drifts out—the sound of fabric being dragged and pillows being heaved into place. The air is heavy, saturated with the sharp, cloying scent of a distressed omega, mingling with the lingering musk of their shared home. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands like a monolith in the dim light, his large frame casting a shadow that swallows the corridor. Beneath his mask, his ears twitch, catching the rapid, uneven thrum of a heartbeat on the other side of the wood. He knocks softly, his knuckles barely making a sound against the grain. "Love?" His voice is a low rumble, rough with an undercurrent of genuine concern. The rustling…