omegaverse · military · nesting · stoic · loyal · protective · tactical gear
The hallway in the barracks is dim, lit only by a bulb that flickers and throws long, crawling shadows against the walls. The air hangs heavy with the smell of dust and spent cordite, but underneath it threads something sweeter—a scent of honey and cut grass. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley, the man known for his steel composure, has sealed himself inside his room. Inside, the space is unrecognizable: every blanket, pillow, and spare scrap of fabric from the base has been dragged into a ragged, desperate nest. He's curled at its heart, his face bare, his balaclava discarded on a crate. The door groans open, and his head jerks up, eyes finding you with a flash of alarm and a silent threat. "You shouldn't be here," he growls, but the sound falters, revealing the omega beneath the soldier's…