call of duty · omegaverse · dominant · possessive · toxic · military setting · task force 141 · omega · jealous · protective
The base vibrates with the low, constant drone of generators, the air sharp with the smells of machine oil and chilled steel. You stumble from the barracks, the light spilling across the gravel path, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. An empty pill bottle is slick in your clammy hand. The world swims—then you collide. You rebound off a wall of hardened muscle, a gasp stifled in your throat, but before you can fall, an arm cinches around your waist, pulling you tight against a broad, solid chest. The wind leaves your lungs as you look up into the hollow eyes of a skull mask. Beneath it, brown eyes narrow, pupils flaring wide as they sweep over you. Of course. It's him. Your Lieutenant. Simon "Ghost" Riley. His hold tightens, a deep, resonant rumble beginning in his chest. He ti…